The good Doctor has gone back to his roots this week, reviewing some of the crappy comics he grew up with. I'll start you off mild today:

Jughead Jones in "The World of Jughead"

On to page 1!

Oh boy! Posters of Shatner, Nimoy, AND Barbara Eden! They'll mesh in perfectly with my stills of Lassie and Englebert Humperdinck.


Here we have Miss Grundy and Principle Weatherbee discussing the recent change in Jughead attitude. Jughead seems to have two pairs of eyebrows, and where the hell is his beanie?


Here we see the relationship between Jesus and Principle Weatherbee. Just look at that halo in Panel 4.


The "Bee" askes Archie to spy on his pal Jughead. Reggie provides us with much needed comic relief. Unfortunately there is no Moose present to beat the crap out of Reggie.


Jughead proves his insanity. Fortunately, he still has his appetite...for human flesh!!!


The circus is coming to Riverdale! Well, not really, the writer thought it would be funny, and it is, like crutches.


The good news is that we get to see Reggie get horribly injured after all, and he takes down a Swede as well. Good work Jughead! The "Bee" almost breaks the fourth wall with his final comment.

I have reams of this crap. I think I'll do a "Betty and Veronica" next...

Garden thieves!

I know I have had more than one ripe tomato in the past two weeks. I can't pinpoint it, but I theorize a garden thief. I'm tempted to camp out all day at the garden with a good book and a case of Bitburger so that I may catch the thief. I have my suspects (f-11 watch out!) and will act accordingly. Just an hour ago I purchased four fifty pound bags of rock salt. When I find the culprit, I will be the Rome to their Carthage. Let's see your heirloom tomatoes grow in super-saline soil sucker! The bad part is that I will be out of town for the next five days, and I have no one to water the garden for me in the interem. I think if I soak them heavily tomorrow, they will make it for five days. I have faith in my charges.

Comics!

Well, I have a good friend who has, literally, inherited several hundred rare and valuable comics and comix. I had the pleasure to stroke and peruse saome of the vast stash of nerd masturbatory material. Oh was it grand. I am still smarting from the meeting of the plastic enclosed pages. Come, see what impulses the power of Dr. Crowbar!!!!!:


and:



Finally:



Ahh, by this time you might need some aloe vera for the sensitive parts.

What is the price of pure pleasure?

I think I know. Well...not really, but my spies are in the works. Oh, spies you say? Damn right, I have a network of soldier/slaves doing my bidding, oh yeah dammit. Hmmm, actually I relaxing with a martini and a beatiful spring night. Nevermind. I think I'll just grab an iced tea, mabey green.

Spending too much time hating work.

I'm having co-worker problems. The other busser does not seem to want to do his job. The problem is that I don't want to do his job either, and his work has to get done. He spends 15 minutes in the bathroom at least five times per shift. I would suspect cocaine usage, but he moves far to slow for that. Perhaps heroin? Well, I haven't found any scorched spoons yet...unless he is getting some really pure snortable shit. Hmm. Anyway, he is angering me. I don't think he should be surprised to find a knife plunging in and out of his chest. Not that I would do that, mind you, but a person's got limits. Limits.

*sigh*

It's all about stage five living when working.
Stage five.

Gardening, one weed at a time.

I now realize, that gardening at the Wylie-Streeter Gardening project boils down to, quite simply, a battle vs. the weeds. The tomatoes look good, but the soil is pure hardpan. There should be a winter cover such as rye in order to keep the weed seeds at bay. Weeds are the enemy. A very persistent enemy. I wish my plants grew half as fast as said weeds. Sigh. I cultivated the plot this afternoon. I want the uprooted weeds to die of dehydration, so I won't water the plants until tomorrow.

Bicycling again

In the past three weeks, I have driven my new car over 800 miles. Having been without motorized transport for over five years, I am relishing the feeling of driving from place to place. I am starting to feel lazier and lazier. I want to watch more T.V.. I want to eat at Arby's.

I can't take it. I have started to bicycle again. It feels great. Good ol' bicycle, you have been there for me so much in the past.

New Automobile...

I have joined the ranks of the oil burners, just in time for $3.35 a gallon gas! Hooray for me! It's really only for city to city travel, but I've been unable to help myself today. Oh, and Evil Spock, I will surely link to you. My apologies for not having replied, but I was bogged down in the process of vehicle acquisition. Well, that, and I'm a little clunky when it comes to blogspot. Here is the car:

Now to forget my password and username again!

A triple dose of this will help:


The Pink Panzer:
2/3 Rumpleminz
1/3 Pepto Bismol

More shit

This next post has meaning:


Yeah, that's right. Bullheads in sauce. Tomato sauce.

Everything is eating shit.

Once again I have lost my username and password. It seems this crap is not meant to be. I will persevere. The struggle of the blog continues, as well as the struggle against the keyboard. Excuse me while I sprawl on the floor with my Wendy's brand cheeseburger.

Finally, I might start posting more.

I have not been very active on this blog. Yes it's true. I lost both my username and password. How humilliating. I promise to be more productive in the future. For now, feed on these images:

Entry the first.