AIM Comic #23 – Practically a Slap Fight
Billy Holiday and I have been good friends for a long while. However, things almost ended tragically when we had a conversation about cooking chicken. I place the blame entirely on myself. I, as a friend, should not have been so quick to mock this brine. I hadn’t realized how serious the situation was, how vulnerable Billy Holiday felt because his chickens kept coming up dry. I understand why he snapped at me so angrily. Perhaps I would have done the same thing if in his shoes. I am sorry, old friend! (more…)
Few people would argue that TOOL’s music videos so incomprehensible that most people watching them just give up altogether halfway through and start screaming violently at their girlfriends. If you’re already a fan though, you know you’re always about to see some fucked up shit, because basically that’s all TOOL is capable of producing. You could put TOOL in front of a table with a stuffed kitten, bright crayons, and pink cotton balls and in less than ten minutes, they would have probably constructed some strange puppet from hell that had working intestines and was able to digest its own face. 
The content of this comic actually happened at about the same time as 
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Look at that box cover there to the left. How awesome is that? How could any ten year-old with any amount of blood pumping through his veins NOT rent that upon first seeing it? Shit, I didn’t even know what the game was, and I had already ran to the cashier. I mean, it was a NES game, right? This thing was gonna be a sweet ass sidescroller where you shot crazy skeletons! And maybe even your character was a skeleton, too! This game may as well be called Skeleton Haunted House Fright Manor Hell Guns. It was in my mind, anyway. I sure as fuck didn’t look at the title. I didn’t have time. I think I was convulsing by the time I threw four dollars at the cashier while screaming about skeletons with guns coming out of their mouths. 
For a while there, Crystal, like so many modern girls, had an unwholesome obsession on that Dr Who show. She may still, I don’t really know. She doesn’t speak of it to me, so it has either passed or she has developed an ability to more or less restrain herself. Anyway, at the height of the madness, she had this dream. I felt it needed to be preserved for the Ages. 
How many people here love murder-mystery shows? Raise your hands. Now, how many of you SHOULD love murder-mystery shows? I am going to suppose you have all raised your hands because that would be the truthful thing to do and we live in a world of honesty. Speaking of honesty, I will honestly tell you right here and now that Columbo is the finest television program in this genre of television show. It is also probably the finest program of the 1970s. You cannot dispute this fact with me because I will not hear otherwise. 
This game can go right to Hell. And I don’t mean the awesome kind of Hell you see depicted in gross middle-age paintings. No, I’m speaking of that special kind of Hell where truly awful video games have to go for all eternity. Where they will forever be torn apart by the tears and shrieks of the damned children that had their weekends ruined from their terribleness. Captain America and the Avengers will have a special place waiting for it in that Hell. Right next to my ten year-old self that thought this pile of dog ass would be even a fraction as good as its awesome coin-op counterpart. Looking back, even just a fraction would be a massive improvement over what I got. 
I bring to you a very simple comic this week. Nothing at all complicated about this one. Yes, it is very straightforward. Andy can’t rhyme. That’s what we have here. Unless that word doesn’t rhyme so easily in British Language, which is what he has, but I can’t imagine this is the case. I drew my head so round though, in my opinion it is especially cute. 
The Deep South, the Dirty South, the Confederate States of America…whatever extremely dated / foolish-sounding name you use for it, the South has long been a land of oddness. Being a man that lives in the South, I figured I would tackle the topic of the Southern states, not by bashing them to death like most others would do…but instead by only delivering a few non-fatal headshots and then urinating on them. I will explore several aspects of Southern living that you probably have a lot of questions about (humor me you fucks), and will give a Southern Man’s unbiased opinion. Let loose your belt-buckle, lower your expectations, and paint a big number 3 on your baseball cap providing it doesn’t have one on it already. You aren’t in your precious northern paradise now! So, let’s get to it paht-ner…and…yeehaw, yeah. 
Guess what? We’ve reached January, and still 2/14 of these games aren’t out. This one week promotion has hit its 5th week, which is great for the purpose of me 
I really don’t know what to tell you about this one other than it is a pretty standard scenario for Esther to encounter real treats while at public ale houses. Anyway, afterward, she told me about it and then we pretended that I was there to make the scene a little more magical. Then I drew it out in an AIM Comic so you could read about our flight of fancy based on something that happened to her, as it could have happened to us, and is now happening to us all. 
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