Indiana State Board of Health Monthly Bulletin. Artist undetermined.
Public servants in 1912 were a weird bunch. (Although I’m not sure that Betsy DeVos and Jeff Sessions are a huge step up.)
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Why do YOU think my closet stinks?
(And bear in mind I did my laundry a day ago.)
1) Yesterday’s wet socks.
2) I dropped candy in there? Can candy go bad?
3) Surreptitious raccoon habitat.
4) The existential decay from all my dead dreams.
5) Because Mark Zuckerberg is monetizing this somehow.
6) Dragons.
7) I unknowingly share it with an invisible gangrened lumberjack.
8) Tucker Carlson’s dead goddam soul.
9) THERE IS NO CLOSET. (The Matrix has me.)
10) Polonium.
11) The ghost of a wet dog that died in a fit of depression long, long ago.
12) The writers for “The Walking Dead” stashed their latest script in there.
“In brightest day, in blackest night …”
… no evil shall escape my sight!
Let those who worship evil’s might
beware my power–Green Lantern’s light!”
Pictured is one flippin’ AWESOME 40th birthday present!! (And thank you again to the amazing pal who got it for me.) To quote Guy Gardner, “I could kick ol’ Goldface’s butt with this!” (C’mon … you all know I am Hal Jordan guy and not a … Guy guy.” Even if that Ice was always a lot cuter than Carol Ferris.)
46th. It was my 46th birthday. No matter how many times I type that, I’ll never get used to it.
Perhaps predictably, Obama has them apoplectic.
“Barack Obama your an Ass clown. Sit down and shut up!! You [expletive] traitor!!!” — seen on a Trump supporter’s wall.
I have four thoughts:
1) He may be an ass clown, but I’ll bet he knows the difference between “your” and “you’re.”
2) You can tell he’s a traitor because he uses full sentences. THAT’S THE CODE THAT THE LIBERAL INTELLECTUALS USE.
3) Snowflake.
4) Wouldn’t it be amazing if he could run against Trump in 2020 and defeat him? (Yes, I realize the Constitution prohibits it.) Imagine the mileage we could get out of the inevitable “Black is the new orange” joke.
What a crazy Kaepernick.
I have a counter-protest idea for conservatives who are angry with Colin Kaepernick.
Just bring your American flag to a Neil Young concert and wave it all night long.
In other words, flag before the Neil.
Just resist.
It’s my first meme! What do you think?
If you are unaware of the implied joke here, this is indeed referencing the new and controversial Nike ads featuring Colin Kaepernick.
What if God was one of us?
Today’s artwork is definitely the weirdest birthday greeting I received this week … it comes to me from my good friend Jorgen over in Denmark. I’ve never before received a birthday message depicting me as a deity.
It’s weirdly hilarious, but it is also vaguely unnerving. I don’t know why, but I never thought I’d be so terrifying rendered as a celestial Eric.
Thanks again, Jorgen!
By the way, I can easily think of several people in New York who would attest that this is indeed the view I hold of myself.
I’m coining a new term — “spellflake.”
It’s someone who lashes out at me whenever I correct their spelling, grammar, punctuation or usage during a political discussion.
You heard it here first, people.
I’m pretty sure I should be a highly paid analyst at a think tank somewhere. You guys get on that.
Another year of goating older.
So I got a couple of early birthday presents in the mail from you writery types …
Thank you!!
I totally dig my “Grendel” comics (Vivat Grendel!), and my wicked cool crystal skulls (I’m pretty sure they make me Indiana Nolan). I must say that I’m still a bit befuddled, however, by the “Horny Goat Weed.”
Exactly how is Horny Goat Weed employed? Is it meant to repel horny goats? (I can’t imagine their arrival is welcomed by most of us.) Or to attract horny goats? (If you want to breed them on your farm, then it would be helpful.) Is it meant to placate horny goats by making them more chill? Is this the kind of weed that Jeff Session wouldn’t approve of?
I’ll update you all as information develops.
This is itiful.
You know what obstructs any meaningful commentary on social issues that I see in the news?
Having the damned “P” key stuck on my keyboard.
I’ve told you guys before how it changes “hope” to “hoe.”
Tonight we discovered that it converts the “gay pride” to “gay ride.”
My intended meaning is altered entirely, in other words.
Somebody tell me how to fix my keyboard — lease.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 