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Well we’re drawing to the end of the stick figures (and terrible dark genital parts jokes)…which for some will be the sad end of an era and for others will be a welcome relief. We’ve got one more day of it, so for those in the former category, savor these last moments, and for those of you in the latter, hang in there for one more day. Goodness knows what might happen next week…could be anything…
Yes, we’re back to this again.
I guess it’s good to know that if Adam decides to toss me, the blue collar workers of America will be waiting in the wings to scoop me up, but these encounters remain 10% flattering and bizarrely complimentary; 10% insulting to my inner (and outer?) feminist; and 80% creepy and uncomfortable…
Seriously people? Seriously.
Although, given the sexbot queries I’ve had, perhaps Kim Kardashian’s EXACT body dimensions are a good thing to have on hand. Y’know, just at the ready, in case one should decide one weekend to build a sexbot after one finishes rebuilding the deck, or the kids swingsets, you never know…
A little post-Valentine’s day naughty doppelganger treat for everyone.
This comic is actually born of a dream Adam has had in which I’m there…twice. Me and my doppelganger. Of course his dream is less pleasant than my comic, as in his dream I believe the real Kelly gets pissed at him for holding hands with the doppelganger Kelly, which depending on my mood, is pretty accurate. I think there was even a second doppelganger dream later as well. Adam care to comment? Anyway, it’s been rolling around in my brain almost since I started doing this strip, so it was high time the doppelgangers appeared…heels and all.
Since I’m off today I’m looking at a 4 day weekend…which could pretty much not look MORE awesome, especially now that my computer nightmares are worked out and I got good news from that second agency. I hope you all get Monday off like me and make the most of it, I know I plan to. Did anyone do anything for the dreaded V-Day? Was it a bust or a grand success? Did you eat your weight in chocolate? Let’s hear it…
I spend a lot of time thinking about this thing “getting hit on”. It’s an odd thing. Don’t get me wrong I don’t mind the obvious compliment that it is, in a way, but it also often makes me (and I’m sure other women) uncomfortable. And I also don’t really understand what the point is. Do men really think a woman is going to respond to “mmm. you are hotttt.” I mean, even if we wanted to respond, what on earth would we say? What are men hoping we’ll say? Are they just saying it for themselves? Is it a power play? Is it to make them feel like real men…to validate themselves in some way and it has nothing to do with us? Is it because they’re desperately hoping for a date and have no idea how to go about getting one (hint, gentlemen this is NOT the way). The whole thing confuses the hell out of me.
Seriously, maybe it’s just the neighborhood (although it’s pretty much the same 10 block radius I do everything in) but without fail I get attempted pick ups after therapy, no matter how lousy (or good) I might be feeling that day. What’s up with that? This is one of my favorite cartoons thus far, mostly because it was fun drawing the girl in panel 3, I forget how much I like drawing women when they aren’t me.
My first attempt at drawing anyone other than myself or Adam for this comic…not so successful. But there are big boobs, and even naked ones, so hopefully nobody is complaining. I shouldn’t be complaining about Adam’s list either…first of all Anna Paquin is a totally respectable person to have on your “List”, Winona Ryder and Jennifer Love Hewitt…less respectable, but still better than Lindsey Lohan, who was also on his list years ago (pre-weight loss and craziness). I guess the end result is that the other half of a couple will never find their partner’s “list” palatable…for many reasons. I know he doesn’t think very highly of mine (despite the fact that it rocks).
If you want to read another somewhat involved, but I think well worth the time, post about the idea of “The List”, check out one of my first blog postings ever, here.
okay, i know i should get shit for not having ever been to Penn Station after living in New York for 2 years (and three months) however, after having been there this morning at 6am, i have to say, “what the fuck?” there is no reason to go to this crap hole on purpose unless you cannot avoid it. as my co-worker Jason would say, “it is Craptastic!” perhaps i have been pampered too much by my frequent trips to Grand Central Station, but having now seen the other option, why would i ever go back to Penn unless i had a gun to my head? in fact, when we have something as well, GRAND as Grand Central, it is insulting to also have something like Penn Station. first of all, the shit, as far as i can tell is not air-conditioned…and in 6am 90 degree august New York humid ass heat, that is unenjoyable to say the least. second, the layout/organization is ridiculous…the signage is third-rate at best and i, a pretty efficient and sufficient new yorker that gets around the city just fine had to ask for directions, which i never do…i pity the poor tourists from well, anywhere really. third, the line is tremendous. having never been there before and not knowing exactly what i was getting into i arrived quite early for my train, but no fewer than six people in front of me missed their trains while standing in the massive queue to get a ticket, or to pick one up. i realize now i could have used the kiosk probably to get my ticket, but initially only saw kiosks that were out of order with signs that looked written by six year olds (how classy and modern). a giant fan was cooling the giant queue line and let me tell you that was REALLY working (read: intense sarcasm). fourth, once you have your ticket you have to stand like an idiot with a crowd of other idiots staring at a giant updating screen like it is a god, waiting for your train to be posted so you know what gate you are going to, then when you (and everyone else) sees what gate you belong at there is a massive disorganized run, which is borderline dangerous if you’re going to a popular destination. there is no getting a coffee and settling in with a book to wait for your train, there aren’t even really any chairs, well not where i was. fifth, they should have a warning sign about the bathrooms, or perhaps they just shouldn’t have bathrooms…not only were they disgusting and scary and crowded (at 6 am no less) but i saw the biggest fucking cockroach i have seen since moving to new york hanging out casually in one of the bathrooms…so advanced was this mutant cockroach, i think it asked me if i could spare a square. here’s the good news…the train itself was lovely. a nice scenic little trip, not crowded and insanely comfortable, especially when compared with flying coach these days…which i can’t even get into and i will be having to do in six days…oy!…curse my long ass legs and round ass (we won’t get into how big or small…we’re just going with round).
so in the final analysis…
train travel? yea!
Amtrak? undecided
Penn Station? burn it to the ground
