That awkward, recurring moment when people write “follow the money” in online political discussions, but I keep reading “follow the monkey” because I’m old and easily confused and I need new reading glasses.
I WANT it to be “follow the monkey.” That suggests a less depressing outcome than most political discussions.
Colloquially known as “Whistler’s Mother.” Oil on canvas.
The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette refused to run them and they got the editorial cartoonist fired. But you can find them right here at The Washington Post.
Pass ’em along. They ban it, we spread it.
Marvel Comics. Sketch variant cover (#5c).
That means the ladies and gentleman of 90’s-era New Hall need to return to Dodd Auditorium for at least one of his performances and discreetly riff him afterward — in the same manner as the MST3K episode, “Girls Town.” It’s a moral imperative.
I’m surprised I haven’t mentioned “Girls Town” here at the blog before. It’s one of the show’s best.
“I did it my way.”
Image Comics.
The first (admittedly quite poor) shot here is the French Embassy on Reservoir Road.
Dark Horse Comics.
Here are a few more pictures of Washington, D.C. — you’ll notice the befuddling inclusion of a shot of a service station on Wisconsin Avenue. It was that location that clued me into the fact that I was near my old friend Nick’s neighborhood.
He’s a Mary Wash alum, and I met up with him and some other alums a few years after we graduated. It would have been … 1998? 1999? Anyway, I had an air conditioning unit in the trunk of my Ford Taurus, because I’d recently changed apartments myself, and I’d forgotten to take it out. For reasons I’ve never been able to determine, my friends found that uproariously hilarious. People called me “Air Conditioner Guy.” They asked about it in e-mails and calls. (“Is it still in there?”) They brought it up at parties.
To this day, I feel certain there is an element to the joke that I am unaware of.
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