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Losin' It #21

Losin' It #20

I've decided to print my own currency and surprisingly it's worth the same as the Federal Reserve Notes of the Chinese owned United States of America. I was never a fan of George W.'s and I think he did most everything wrong, but I'm also not real happy that Barack has sold us to a foreign nation. I'm not going to learn the Chinese language, I hate the color red...so the whole communist thing won't work for me.

I had CPR training the other day, but I think I lost my patient...and I'm pretty sure I'm covered by the Good Samaritian act...so better luck next time I guess.

Pandemic!

Losin' It #19


I think we as the public, by way of the media, are addicted to pandemics, catastophes, and just all around scary news. We seem to be glued to the news during the latest and greatest world new news fright fest. It's usually never quite as bad, or exciting depending on how you look at it, as it's made out to be. That being said, I think I may have an idea how these various viruses mutate.

Introducing.....

Please leave in a calm orderly fashion

Losin' It #18

It's been a rough week at times. I did have a full evacuation one of the days. FIRE!! Run for your lives! This mamma jamma's gonna blow!

"No Parking"

Losin' It #17: I often have trouble finding parking spaces. At my work a lot of the parking is assigned to specific individuals or labeled as parking for carpools, official visitors, maintenance workers, handicapped drivers, and motorcycles. It leaves slim pickin's for the rest of us. One thing that is not labeled is the bicycle rack. It has no sign that states it is ony for bikes. I'm pretty sure I'm going to start parking there, though I will use a bike lock to ensure that no one steals my car...or tows it.

Ain't No Party Like a Whoop Whoop Dance Party!

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I'm not much for dancing, especially in public places, but if you're going to cut loose, the music store is the perfect place. Unlimited supply of music and plenty of space for trying out awesome new moves. I've notice in hindsight (after it was brought to my attention by Luna) that it lookes as though I am farting in panel number 3, but that's okay, somtimes that will happen in the music store, especially when you're dancing. In addition, I've just been told by Tashie that it looks like the bald man in the last panel is using the CD display rack as though it was a urinal; that is absolutely not the case. That would be totally inappropriate behavior, even at the music store...what am I thinking, especially at the music store...your attorney's office on the other hand is the perfect place...right on his desk...on his name plate and pen holder.

Tada!

Losin' It #15
I'm married now, and chocolate and peanutbutter is a wonderful flavor combination. I love Tashie and she is very, very funny and fun to be around, so this was a good decision. Plus she helps me with my blog so I have to keep her...and she's a good cook.

Tom the Tape Worm

Losin' It #14

Why a tapeworm? I don't know. Why not a tapeworm? I don't know that tapeworms aren't affected by the bad economy.

Let your Swine Flu Shine Through

The Birds

Losin' It #13

Birds have had a long standing disdain for humans and mammals in general. Bird attacks on humans have increased exponentially over the past decades. It is as though they have declared war upon us. It may be that they feel a superiority to humans because they possess the gift of flight, or that they feel that we have intruded upon their territory by creating our own mechanical means of soaring into the great blue yonder, but make no mistake, these devious feathered terrorists of the sky must be stopped. They have descovered that taking us out one at a time will not accomplish their goal of world domination as quickly as wiping us out one commercial jet liner at a time. With this goal in mind they have developed and fine tuned the attack of the "Bird Strike." It is no coincidence that bird strikes have been steadily increasing in frequency.

We have a secret weapon of our own in Captain C. B. "Sully" Sullenberger, that's right the hero of the miracle on the Hudson. This man has met the threat of a bird strike head on and won. He's not afraid of this winged menace. He laughs and makes room in his deep fryer when the battle is over. "Give 'em hell Sully! Go at 'em like you were Colonel Sanders on half-price chicken day!

Seattle's very own Mayor McCheese

Losin' It #12

I see Mayor Nickels as having just about the biggest political double stadard there is. While he tells all of the rest of us to stop driving our cars and get on the bus, he uses 5 gallons of gas a day in his official automobile according to city expense records; that doesn't even count the fuel for the other luxury cars he drives at public expense. I think Mayor McCheese should try walking a little, no a LOT, more. Forget being the mayor, Nickels acts like he's the KING of Seattle.

Tales from the "Hood" Part Deux

Losin' It #11



The "Hood":

Like I said in my post titled "Tamales"; I lived in a ROUGH neighborhood for a while. When your dogs have to go, they have to go no matter what time it is, and most of the time that was in the middle of the night. One night I found myself in the middle of a group disturbance that was evolving around me - when one of the guys began yelling for another guy to either shoot him or stab him. It was interesting, although I'm not quite sure how a conversation leads to that point. The guy was very emotional and extremely dramatic, in an extra ordinary crybaby wanna be center of attention sort of way.

The Spectacular Super Scootch!

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As promised in the post before last, The adventures of the Spectacular Super Scootch is here. Super Scootch is just like me in real life...except my skin doesn't turn to metal...I don't have awesome ninja skills...and I really try to avoid fighting nowadays, kind of...but I do hate politicians, crooks, thieves, and cheats.

TAMALES!!

Losin' It #9



For about a year or so I lived in the "hood". I'm sure that there are far worse neighborhoods than the one in which I was living, but for explanation purposes it was poor, crime ridden, and had significant gang influences. I'm not going to go into detail about which gang, because that type of stuff isn't my business, but they labeled or "tagged" the neighborhood and every wall, fence, dumpster, tree, etc. I think it would be nice for gangs to get some nice professional signs made, maybe some nice sand blasted wood, to promote their influence and mark their territory, but that's just me...it would look better though. Okay back to the comic...In the complex that I lived in there was a lady that came around often selling tamales out of a baby stroller. It was just one of the many charming aspects of the place...

The Introduction of Super Scootch!

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The arrival of the Spectacular Super Scootch!

Superheroes always have such serious lives and attitudes. They are almost always muscle bound with incredibly fantastic super powers. In the world of Super Scootch, he is a virtually unknown entity with no real "brand" value. He doesn't wear a costume, and is not the guy that law enforcement, or the "powers that be" are always hoping will save the day. Super Scootch is no real fan of the "powers that be", and he has some real issues with authority in general. All he really cares about is what is right, fair, and just. Super Scootch does have a super power, which is the ability to change the skin on any one part, or his entire body as a whole, to Wolframium metal; more commonly known as Tungsten. The origin of this super power will be revealed in an upcoming origin posting. He does have suprisingly keen martial arts skills that were obtained during years of training with the Whoop Whoop Ninja clan. There isn't any daunting, serious drama in his life, and for the most part he is easy going and a bit lazy as his overweight physique will attest to, but he can and will kick some ass when he feels that the little man is getting screwed by the megalomaniacal machine.

Kim Jong Il is crazy...and crazy for Pizza!

Losin' It #7:


I was reading BBC News a few days ago, and I came across an article written by Hugh Levinson that illustrates the absurdity of Kim Jong Il, the leader of North Korea. He holds the positions of "General Secretary of the Workers Party of Korea" as well as "Chairman of the National Defense Commission". He is deified by the people of North Korea and demands absolute obedience and agreement; he views any deviation from this as a sign of disloyalty, which I'm sure is met with all kinds of nasty and horrible consequences. Any way...back to the article. Hugh Levinsom writes that a computer expert and part time chef at the "Pizza Institute" in northern Italy named Ermanno Furlanis received a strange call in the middle of the night as he was trying to get some sleep. It was a top chef at a swanky hotel that had been contacted by foreign diplomats from North Korea. They were recruiting experts to do culinary demonstrations to teach North Korean Army officers to make pizza. There was a group of chefs that went and all received x-rays, electrocardiograms, MRI/brain scans, along with urine and blood samples being taken before entering North Korea. I don't know what else to say other than this has to be as crazy and paranoid as a leader can be.


Coming in the next post: the arrival of the Spectacular Super Scootch - defender of all things fair and just.

I octohate the octomom

Losin' It #6:


The Octomom has really gotten on my nerves and under my skin. The lady is a compulsive liar! She is obviously crazy as both of her parents have stated! She is completely irresponsible by having 14 children with no job and spending all of the money that she has received from a disability claim on plastic surgery! If most of these children don't grow up to be incarcerated felons, they will likely have mental health issues or extreme emotional problems from being raised by or anywhere near this nut job. Octomom you're octonuts and an octoirresponsible, octonarcisstic octodrama queen. I wish you would octodisappear.

Not so secret agents love white meat and damn dirty apes.

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This ones an oldy, but a goody for Mike; a guy to which you don't want to entrust your top secret documents.
Nine out of ten sharks agree that surfers are delicious, zesty, and taste a lot like chicken or similar savory poultry.
Just because you're 80 feet tall and can project searing flames of fiery devastation from your mouth at will, doesn't mean that life is without its annoyances. I mean there's always someone out there trying to get between you and your milk and cookies.

Loser Soup

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Here's another little project I was working on at one time. I have a lot of these that are started, but never finished...so...maybe I should finish some? We'll call this one Loser Soup.>