Embrace me or replace me
Whew! Things are crazy on my end these days. In addition to my usual layout designer duties at YES Mag, I'm putting together a metric ton of illustrations for our upcoming "Periodic Table" issue. I guess atomic chemistry isn't exactly the most photographable subject. Anyhow, after a few too many hours of careful labour, I can attest that we've got a ten page feature section with some of the best drawings of tiny coloured spheres ever. I guess Chemistry 12 came in handy after all! Stay in school.
The verdict is in: some humans want Sam "Can't Dance" shirts. I should probably be striking while the iron is hot, but I think I'm going to take a couple of weeks instead to stew over exactly how this will look. With a little luck, you'll see both it and another new shirt around the start of March. Of course, in the meantime there are a number of other thingamys in the shop that are disappearing after today. Tomorrow, these suckers are gone. Gone like a horse.
A complicated horse. A horse that no one understands, 'cept for his woman horse.
Hidalgo! (Shut your mouth!)
Sam Logan
Ominous!
Please do not emulate Fuzzy's actions in today's strip, folks. Boiling these items together is a bad idea. Please enjoy your industrial adhesives, household cleaners and liquors individually, and expressly for the respective intended purposes of getting sticky, hygenic and sauced.
This strip is full of long-forgotten memories. Remember Butcher? Remember Roger? Heck, remember Fuzzy, for that matter? I know the little psycho has been MIA in the comics of late. He will be back in full force later, of course, but in the meantime, I am somewhat relieved that folks are still enjoying this storyline and not burning down my home. Yesterday's strip went over particularly well, and quite a few have requested a "Can't Dance" shirt design based on Sam's disco stance. Is this is a thing you need in your life? Let me know!
If there is one thing that every single one of us can agree about, it's legalizing heroin. Wait, no. I mean more Topato. We can all agree about more Topato. And Topato is already legal, no change is needed! Viva la status quo!
Sam Logan
The peas are like floating survivors from a sunken beef ship
I was pleasantly surprised by the series premiere of American Dad last night. I mean, considering nearly everyone else seems to hate it. True enough, it is very similar to Family Guy, not only in visual style but also in humour, dialogue and pacing. But the scenario and characters are just different enough to make the show feel like a Family Guy spin-off instead of a Family Guy rip-off. Plus, it appears that the timely referential writing style is going to work just as well for political jokes (aimed at both ends of the spectrum) as it did for pop culture jokes. It will date quickly, but for right now, I think watching God on the phone with Dick Cheney is pretty funny.
In other news, it looks like a song from the upcoming System of a Down album has been leaked -- probably by the band members themselves. It sounds like more of what made me like these guys in the first place: Rubin-powered hard rock with goofy guitars, wacky vocal delivery and ridiculous so-overtly-suggestive-that-maybe-they-are-being-literal-after-all lyrics. It's also mixed by Andy Wallace, who I just noticed mixed no less than twenty of the CDs I own. It is just a little unsettling to find such an obvious connection between the Ben Folds Five, Rage Against the Machine and Nirvana albums that I have owned for years. Has this common thread always been there? Or is it a part... of the conspiracy?
Sam Logan
