Archive for ‘March, 2012’
Okay, some back story on this one is in order. I left a job site last week in Optimus Primeval and forgot to close my big back door. I had a full load of loose cardboard that could have ended up all over the highway if not for the kind intervention of the nice lady who pointed behind me and screamed “your damn door is open.” Thank you nice lady!
PS – don’t tell my boss!
COMIC COMIC COMIC! And the return of Captain Inappropriate.
My boyfriends all took me out to Japan Samurai for Man Meat Night (and coincidently my birthday) and the chef was not very entertaining. He did not do the onion volcano or throw searing hot shrimp into our mouths. Food was good though.
Sorry kids, no new comic yet, thanks to my full weekend schedule and my mutant inability to stay awake past 10 pm. I hope to have one up before the day is out. So I have until midnight…
In the meantime, enjoy this vintage Susanne cartoon:
I buy an iced tea almost every day. Sometimes I buy more than one. I don’t like coffee. I like many different restaurants’ versions of iced tea but I prefer that from McDonalds. If I bought a new styrofoam cup from McDonalds every day (sometimes twice) I would throw my own weight of styrofoam into a landfill nine times a year (I don’t know if that is a true fact). So I wash out my cup and take it back and buy more iced tea. Sometimes the staff lets me fill my cup up for free because I recycle.
So the other day this one lady manager at a local McDonalds decided that my practice of cleaning and reusing a styrofoam cup was suddenly a health code violation. The 7-11 (across the street from the McDonalds in question) ENCOURAGES this behavior by giving you a discount when you refill your own cup. So how is it a health code violation on one side of the street and not the other? The world wonders. The way I figure it my washed cup beats the condition of the cups of patrons who drink out of their cups inside the McDonalds and then walk straight to the urn and get a refill anyway. Right, biological scientists?
Also, the lady manager grabbed my washed out cup and threw it away while I was trying to give her money. When I took the money back and walked out without purchasing tea from her she actually cheered “Woopwoop” and wished me a “good day.” I will not be purchasing tea from that store again.
The hair I draw myself with is meant to depict bedhead because the origin of this comic was to make fun of lazy web cartoonists who sleep all day and forget to update their comics. These are pictures of my actual hair either after a day under my hat or right out of bed (#4).