Mr. Sean

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The collected work of Sean

I usually load a new comic on Thursday, but this week Kevin H. got screwed by delays due to server issues.  So in recompense I am leaving him up there a couple more days and bumping my buddy Sean (see above) to next week.

But just to be fair I am going to give you all a little glimpse into the mind of Sean (circa 1995)

Sean and I went to High School together.  We took the same World Religions class and he sat behind me every day so he could fiddle with my hair.  He would also whisper elaborately filthy things into my ear during lulls in the class while I clutched my pearls in shock.

I was a pretty fair student, took advanced classes and all that.   However, I was constantly in detention.  Not because of any misbehavior in class (heaven forfend) but because I was late every single day.  Not to class mind you!  My Mother would never allow me to be late to an actual class.  I should explain.  

I spent my last 2 1/2 years of High School in a lovely private school.  This school was run by the Presbyterian Church and as such had mandatory Chapel for all students first thing in the morning.  This was a time for announcements and hand holding, also a bit of singing and prayer.  I had nothing against Chapel.  My Mother however was a single parent and running her own business so she found 7am Chapel to be a nuisance.  Especially considering her dedicated weekly Church attendance and the fact that my sister and I were both acolytes.  Mom didn't actively try to miss the Chapel deadline but she didn't kill herself trying to get us in the door at seven.

Thus my permanent file is full of tardy reprimands.  At one point I gathered a bunch of them together and showed them to Sean.  While I moaned about the injustice of having to present these to my Mom and go to detention Sean made some...adjustments.  See if you can guess which notes belong to the teacher (name removed) and which are pure Sean:


Here are a couple more:


Classy!

Roadtrip through Hell

Today we embark on a minor road trip to Dallas where we keep a good 60% of our combined relatives.  My Grandparents, 2 Aunts, 1 Uncle, and 5 cousins live in the area and my favorite person in history (my sister) just flew into DFW.
Tony has both his parents and 2 of his siblings living in town, in fact they are about 5 minuets away from my people.  One brother is driving into town with our Godson and our sister-in-law KAREN (you can see her comic in my archives).

Altogether DFW is super convenient for holiday get-togethers.  

However,  looming between our tiny blue car (fuel efficiency!) and familial bliss is the most horrid stretch of I35.  Construction has pushed the once mighty road down to one lane and every commuter is trapped like rats the day before any holiday.  Check it out, even the local paper had a story on the impending chaos:


(Thanks to my always prepared Grandad for sending me that story)

So Tony and I are going to try a crazy circuitous route around the hellish traffic snarl and hope that we make it to a relative's house before the New Year.  Wish us luck.  In turn I wish all of you luck on your many and varied Holiday Travels.  May everyone reach their destination with minimum fuss and total safety.

Take Care.

Changes

As you can see my rampaging pie lust has oozed over into my blog layout.  I am into pumpkin in a big way.  Also, I was just plain tired of the old layout.  

The Texas "Fall" is really throwing me these days.  I am used to a chilly Chicago November.  In fact I am missing the days when Beloved Husband and I would bundle up for a trip to the coffee shop and then walk around the neighborhood sipping hot coffee and checking out the historic houses.

This one was a particular favorite because it is so delightfully spooky. The owners have since renovated the place and it looks very nice, but the creepy factor was delightful while it lasted.

All is well in Whoville

Hey Ya'll,

After a bit of fiddling service has been restored to the site and Kevin's comic is available for all to see.  Please ignore the indecent bit in panel #2, that was a total accident.  Don't look at it.  Promise?

You know what I am dying to eat right now?  Pumpkin Pie.  DYING...
Good sense and tradition dictates that I should wait until Thursday to sink into that sweet gourdy custard, but I am awful tempted to visit my local HEB (the one with roving cops in the parking lot), find a non-frozen bakery pie, and tear right into the flaky squishy goodness.  
But THAT would be crazy and people would stare.  

Besides I am trying to maintain a healthful diet in preparation for gluttonous excess that I know is just hours away.  Fiber, veggies, and fruit.  Those are my mainstays lately.  This morning's bran muffin prompted this comic.  I am slightly ashamed of this comic but seeing as it is 2am I will post it anyways.



I apparently, am not above potty humour.

Thanksgiving is such a weird holiday in New Mexico, which is where I grew up.  Much of the population is Native American, and while most of those folks are cool with a feast day the whole infected blankets/ decades of genocide thing is a touchy subject.  My Mom works with primarily Native clients and she tends to treat Thanksgiving as a random day that happens to include varsity level cooking.  

Server Issues

My website is run on IPower which is upgrading it's operating system today.  As a result I can not load new content to the site until the changeover is complete.  So you must be patient my pets...wait for it.

In the meantime, please enjoy this picture of Tony in South Austin preparing to eat a giant Cupcake:

Help this man if you can!

Check out this comic for a special request!

This is the last, the very last, full stop, cross my heart and hope to be spanked until my bottom goes purple

Kevin goes up before midnight tonight!!!

Fillet Mingnon- tasty comic goodness

Tame that Filly(er)

I asked beloved husband to describe Achewood and he just got all misty eyed and couldn't speak...oh wait here he goes:

"Character and Dialogue driven web comic about cats and otters...heaven."
See for yourself if you haven't already (which you probably have) in the links section.

filler pun goes here.

This is the actual event from tonight's comic. Joe's athletic leap for the garter left another friend slightly scalded by an overturned candle but it was all in good fun.

This was a most excellent wedding. The bride and groom gave all their guests bridal party magnetic dolls to commemorate the occasion, they are currently on our fridge. We have them cross-dressing at the moment.

Mmmmm! So Filling!

Fill'er Up!

Tonight's comic is from an earlier time when I was a little bit high strung and tended to lose my mind when Beloved Husband was a micro-second later than I expected.  I trust I have mellowed since those days.

My fabo folks-in-law are in Austin this weekend and we are showing them the sites.  Tonight we went to "Artz Rib House" and listened to a great folksy 1940's revival band called "Studebakers".  Great BBQ and a fantastic "gospel song" about being a Buddhist and missing ole' timey Hymns.

Fill(er) me up, Buttercup!

I didn't die foraging for Cheeze Nips, in case you are wondering.  
This is not a Ghost Blog...not yet anyway. That sounds like a Saturday Morning PBS series. GHOST BLOG!

Mmmm...Filler!! So satisfying!

Happy About Death?

Thanks to beloved husband for this link.  Time magazine seems to think we are all pretty happy about death.  I knew this.  No need to tell me Time Magazine.  Preposthumous proves how silly folks can be when it comes to Death (with a big D).
If you haven't already check out the "Ummm...Wha?" section of the new archive, go and be amazed.

In the meantime check out the picture above this article.  That lady thinks coffins are frickin' hilarious.
Are We Happier Facing Death

Happy Halloween!

See? This is what I'm talkin' about

Seems like I'm not the only one pondering the Preposthumous question, though I have less fan-wanking on my end.

Best Movie Death:
cracked.com

Thanks to Mike (future contributor) for this link.