Bergin's Strips, Solo, Baseball Take II and Two Greeks
Monday, April 25, 2005
Joseph Bergin III continues to fucking house me. He's doing a couple of Western Tales of Terror webstrips for us, the prequel to Phinea’s Gold, Joshua Hale Fialkov’s feature story in issues 1-3. Check them out over at Uncle Comics: Strip 1, Strip 2 and Strip 3. There’re two more to go and he’s throwing them up every Sunday in addition to his Monday through Friday Daily Grind fucking masterpiece.
Darwyn Cooke’s Solo comes out this week, are you fuckers prepared for it?
I rewrote my baseball script – much better, me thinks, and so does some of the people that are supposed to think it’s much better. Hopefully I’ll have some things to say in the near future, who the fuck knows? And speaking of baseball, I scored two tickets for the July 4th Mets vs. Nats game, in DC, eight rows behind the plate. Even if you're not a Mets (or Nats) fan, 4th of July in DC during the first baseball season in DC in over thirty years - fucking money.
The following story is done in playful fun.
For some weird reason, my first two attempts at High School relationships were both with Greek women. I don’t know what was going on there; I'm really not attracted to Greek women. And this is nothing against the Greek, they’re a good people.
Effy was the first of my Greek crushes and we actually even made out a few times. The first time we hung out was at some teen club, freshman year of high school. My friend Dave and I went out with Effy and her friend and we started dancing. Effy found me to be a good dancer, she told me this herself, but I knew the truth – she was a horrible dancer.
But we had a good time and we made out a bit, her Greek femme-stache tickling my upper lip.
A couple of weeks later she starts pulling out talk about her ex-boyfriend threatening to beat me up if he ever caught me with her, you know, the usual bullshit excuse to break up with someone when you don’t want to make it seem like you’re actually breaking up with them. I was persistent though, kept saying I didn’t care. Finally she broke up with me. On a bus. And as I write this, for the first time in my life, I’m realizing two girls broke up with on a NYC public bus. Is that just a NYC thing or do I have some weird bus thing?
And embarrassing fact #3245. I sang to her, on the bus, in an attempt to get her back.
Embarrassing fact #3246. The song I sang was “End of the Road” by Boyz II Men
.
It didn’t work, obviously.
Once she broke up with me I noticed her hairy back and how her femme-stache had a bit more machismo than I originally realized. Good riddance, you hairy man-beast.
Having not learned my lesson I pursued this girl named Anna, another Greek girl that looking remarkably like a toucan. She had the complete package: femme-stache, hairy back, toucan nose and bad eyesight, highlighted by her coke-bottle glasses.
In retrospect, this girl really had nothing going for her. She had a shitty personality and she wasn’t at all attractive. I really think I was just trying to get into my High School groove and was setting the bar as low as I possibly can.
The sad part is that this girl rejected me without much of an excuse. Just sort of, “no”. I seem to remember an “I don’t want to ruin the friendship” thing in there, as well, but that doesn’t make a lot of sense because I really didn’t know her. It’s funnier that way, however, so let’s just say she did say that.
After my failed attempt at Greek women I went back to my bread and butter through the years, Italians. I finally landed my first high-school girlfriend in a lady called MM (not Martian Manhunter, fanboy). MM – the first girl I rounded third with (before getting thrown out at the plate). Another story, another day but I will say this: She broke up with me in a McDonalds. I’m a fucking winner.
publish your book, fanboy: True Facts - Seriously, if you want to publish your own comic, you have to read it. And order it through here, so I can put my 6% commission towards the 4th Fables trade.
Darwyn Cooke’s Solo comes out this week, are you fuckers prepared for it?
I rewrote my baseball script – much better, me thinks, and so does some of the people that are supposed to think it’s much better. Hopefully I’ll have some things to say in the near future, who the fuck knows? And speaking of baseball, I scored two tickets for the July 4th Mets vs. Nats game, in DC, eight rows behind the plate. Even if you're not a Mets (or Nats) fan, 4th of July in DC during the first baseball season in DC in over thirty years - fucking money.
The following story is done in playful fun.
For some weird reason, my first two attempts at High School relationships were both with Greek women. I don’t know what was going on there; I'm really not attracted to Greek women. And this is nothing against the Greek, they’re a good people.
Effy was the first of my Greek crushes and we actually even made out a few times. The first time we hung out was at some teen club, freshman year of high school. My friend Dave and I went out with Effy and her friend and we started dancing. Effy found me to be a good dancer, she told me this herself, but I knew the truth – she was a horrible dancer.
But we had a good time and we made out a bit, her Greek femme-stache tickling my upper lip.
A couple of weeks later she starts pulling out talk about her ex-boyfriend threatening to beat me up if he ever caught me with her, you know, the usual bullshit excuse to break up with someone when you don’t want to make it seem like you’re actually breaking up with them. I was persistent though, kept saying I didn’t care. Finally she broke up with me. On a bus. And as I write this, for the first time in my life, I’m realizing two girls broke up with on a NYC public bus. Is that just a NYC thing or do I have some weird bus thing?
And embarrassing fact #3245. I sang to her, on the bus, in an attempt to get her back.
Embarrassing fact #3246. The song I sang was “End of the Road” by Boyz II Men
. It didn’t work, obviously.
Once she broke up with me I noticed her hairy back and how her femme-stache had a bit more machismo than I originally realized. Good riddance, you hairy man-beast.
Having not learned my lesson I pursued this girl named Anna, another Greek girl that looking remarkably like a toucan. She had the complete package: femme-stache, hairy back, toucan nose and bad eyesight, highlighted by her coke-bottle glasses.
In retrospect, this girl really had nothing going for her. She had a shitty personality and she wasn’t at all attractive. I really think I was just trying to get into my High School groove and was setting the bar as low as I possibly can.
The sad part is that this girl rejected me without much of an excuse. Just sort of, “no”. I seem to remember an “I don’t want to ruin the friendship” thing in there, as well, but that doesn’t make a lot of sense because I really didn’t know her. It’s funnier that way, however, so let’s just say she did say that.
After my failed attempt at Greek women I went back to my bread and butter through the years, Italians. I finally landed my first high-school girlfriend in a lady called MM (not Martian Manhunter, fanboy). MM – the first girl I rounded third with (before getting thrown out at the plate). Another story, another day but I will say this: She broke up with me in a McDonalds. I’m a fucking winner.
publish your book, fanboy: True Facts
- Seriously, if you want to publish your own comic, you have to read it. And order it through here, so I can put my 6% commission towards the 4th Fables trade.Labels: mitc
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