I, Curmudgeon

I can't help feeling a bit like Garfield when I do this blog. These hapless bastards are out there toiling away on their little strips, putting time and effort (albeit very, very little) into making us smile while we eat our breakfast or ride the train. And I just sit here ragging on 'em. Well, that's why I posted this awesome panel from yesterday's Pearls Before Swine. Because occasionally the comics surprise you and pull a sweet drawing of a pirate out of their ass.

Along the same lines, I've really been digging Brewster Rockit: Space Guy! as of late. This week's is about a facehugger:


On second thought, I don't like the way this post is turning out. Comics like these are one in a million. Or, like, one in ten. We need a hard dose of reality to bring us back to Earth:

Hahaha! Moldy cake shaving! ROFLOLOLOL. Fail.

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