tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80783682212283085092011-07-08T07:51:36.140-07:00Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-50409690064314028132010-02-13T12:30:00.000-08:002010-02-13T13:04:10.424-08:00

I'd like to relate an experience I had today.I went to Café Santropol, today.I've never had such a lousy experience anywhere.The waiter interrupted us while Liz was ordering, so she only got so far as "I'd like the fruit cup" before he told us there was no fruit cup. So she ordered just the yoghurt with a bit of honey. Then, about ten minutes later, he brings in yoghurt and fruit cup mixed

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-38737762328453932862009-10-02T09:21:00.000-07:002009-10-02T09:23:28.942-07:00

Had a fantastic time at the wedding. My wife killed about SIXTY wasps there.None of them were from Westmount.That is all...

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-77392410687639443702009-09-14T17:12:00.000-07:002009-09-14T17:20:19.566-07:00

To all two of my readers: YES! WE'RE BACK!More to follow, but it's been too long since I had the time to put my thoughts down on virtual paper. Most recently I've finally decided I'm done with academia and will never, ever return to university.Well, except for convocation...And there's that research position I'm going to take up part-time, but that's just for extra cash...And I might teach at

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-80444984879230267292007-08-31T10:40:00.000-07:002007-08-31T11:23:18.549-07:00

And I ask myself, what if H.P. Lovecraft wrote children's songs...?SCENE: New England, 1922.SETTING: A figure is frantically knocking at a cottage door. Strange, squamous, shadowy tendrils pick at his coattails. A dank and briny mist rolls in). In his clenched fist he holds a tattered piece of paper on which is written a Yellow Sign, now smudged. The moon is shining too

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-84602986157890299352007-08-29T08:36:00.000-07:002007-08-29T08:38:41.991-07:00

Heeheehee....sniff...Sometimes I miss the 80s.

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-3789087827310490342007-08-28T21:10:00.000-07:002007-08-28T21:28:40.882-07:00

My friend Tim called my attention to an article on wireless electricity just now in a LiveJournal post."Soljacic and his colleagues have applied for two patents, and they have branded their idea with the name WiTricity to suggest an electrical-power version of Wi-Fi wireless-Internet technology."I just can't wrap my mind around the fact that they let the scientists anywhere near the branding. I

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-81416416153337383522007-07-30T22:24:00.000-07:002007-07-30T22:49:52.897-07:00

Everyone likes fairy tales, right? And even if it’s not part of your cultural gestalt, you’ve probably heard the tale of Goldilocks, that tired old chestnut about the delinquent minor who vandalizes the domicile of three innocent bears.Now, it’s not a crime to retell the story. It’s not even a crime to republish a story, once the copyright limitations have run out, 70 years or whatnot, you can

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-90380502414241147382007-04-09T09:44:00.000-07:002007-04-09T09:55:39.068-07:00

"Te tero Roma manu nuda date tela latete"(I'll crush you Rome with my bare hands! Hand over your spears and hide!)- Attributed to Hannibal, but I'd argue over which one...

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-57545451724682144732007-04-07T16:39:00.000-07:002007-04-07T17:03:33.146-07:00

To all of my geeky friends out there who speak a little French...For my geeky English friends...To my Jewish friends: good luck with your construction project in this happy season! How long has it been now...? 3,300 years and you still haven't finished that Overpass? I know, I know, It has to do something with believing in the one god. Some folks have the Trinity, and you've got the Union.

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-4371211886871042352007-04-02T13:36:00.000-07:002007-04-02T13:39:23.323-07:00

I gotta gets me a Monotech Power Game Unit...

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-91262103470130260552007-03-27T07:16:00.000-07:002007-03-27T07:18:50.496-07:00

So the toxicology results are in on Anna Nicole Smith's body. Can we say f$%ked up?"And it reads like some kind of screwed up, Quebec provincial election results, only she was way more liberal with what she was taking.Does anyone else think Kellogs Quebec will release a new cereal just for the occasion?:Quebec Krispies: "Now with 20% fewer liberals. Contains no referendum. Now an excellent source

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-63841212133642502572007-03-07T11:13:00.000-08:002007-03-07T11:38:47.717-08:00

It's reading week and my eyeballs have finally stopped bleeding from all the reading I've been doing all term. Naturally this means that today I have to start reading again because I have some serious bleeding on which to catch up. Before I do this, I want to share something with you, and I promise it'll be the last of this sort of topic for a while. I'm preparing you in advance because it has

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-50567882268039463132007-02-16T13:46:00.000-08:002007-02-16T13:50:05.942-08:00

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-31266997058326480212007-02-13T10:42:00.000-08:002007-02-13T11:01:11.680-08:00

I want to share something with you that my two-year old said to me yesterday. She said : "Daddy, I have ketchup in my hair". It took me a little while to figure it out, but that's because a few minutes earlier we were busy watching "Sleeping Beauty", and it was right at the end of the movie where everyone is waltzing, so she asked me to pick her up and dance with her (which I love doing)....and

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-74669758627871719972007-02-13T07:11:00.000-08:002007-02-12T14:31:55.754-08:00

I've been carrying a pack of gum in my coat pocket for about a month. I don't chew gum. I'm not a gum chewer. My jaws are muscular enough without the practice. I'll even buy the spray breath-freshener if I need to freshen my breath, and I never visit the toothpaste aisle except to get toothpaste and the occasional new brush.But I had to buy this pack of gum, for nostalgia's sake. it's Thrills

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-24151999348917006612007-02-09T22:23:00.000-08:002007-02-09T22:54:43.728-08:00

Tonight was a nice change of pace, going out with a few friends and deciding to enjoy some glasses of scotch, brandy, and such at a nicer place than the usual dive bar pub fare to which I've grown accustomed. Granted, the price point was about three times the usual fare, but the buzz is essentially the same. On the down side yes, my wallet is lighter, but on the positive side of my mental

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-52948197122494887472007-02-06T16:08:00.000-08:002007-02-06T17:11:23.532-08:00

I have a half-terabyte hard drive. I use it to store handycam movies and other large files among other things. One of the things I have been doing in an attempt to simplify my life is offloading all my video files onto it; so far it's working marvelously. I have an entire binder full of CD's, DVDs, and double layer DVDs even, all flipped over shiny side up to show I've transferred them over,

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-19103544819582114932007-01-25T08:23:00.000-08:002007-01-25T08:49:10.847-08:00

I think I'm turning into a hermit. The other day it occurred to me how completely out of touch I've gotten.Granted, it's partly a function of being in school, which is a highly predictable and regimented activity, but I'm uncertain as to whether that's an excuse. Let me explain:In the morning, I wake up on my springy slumber cube in my bed cube, six-sided serenity all around. I move from cube

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-8251223232596957172007-01-16T10:44:00.000-08:002007-01-16T10:51:41.702-08:00

Well, happy new year folks ... and only 16 days late... No I'm not terminally hungover. I'm back from a trip to Austria with the family. If you're interested, I've placed a Flickr badge on Crunchy Milk with all the public photos. They're commented and everything! I'll be posting more of those ot the Flick site in the coming weeks, as I get around to downloading the last of them off my camera

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-28217512452979651762006-12-18T18:34:00.000-08:002006-12-18T19:02:46.144-08:00

Skyclad. Birthday suit. In the buff. Bare. Nude. Starkers. Stripped. In the altogether. Unclothed. Nekkid. Naked.Naaaaaaked. Don't mind me, I just like watching myself type. It started with "skyclad" and sort of went south of the border, but skyclad reminds me of Wiccans, which reminds me of the time my wife went to a wascally wiccan wedding (heheheheheh, it's wabbit season...) and was

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-53957038024422159602006-12-15T08:21:00.000-08:002006-12-15T08:32:35.467-08:00

Blarg. Sick as a dog and I'm writing my first exam in 2 hours. It's worth 100%. Yuck.I don't understand why people say "sick as a dog". All the dogs I see are annoyingly healthy, energetic, enthusiastic, moronic drool-machines. Right now I'm feeling slow, lazy, whiney, and vaguely pathetic, which in my mind puts me in the "lazy as a cat" category. Don't get me wrong, I love cats and dogs,

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-30304106307278686082006-12-13T13:26:00.000-08:002006-12-13T13:51:29.544-08:00

My wife and I were married by a unitarian, so I thought I'd throw in something autobiographical into today's strip. Since we're both spiritual but not religious *and* since we both wanted a wedding, the unitarians more or less sprang to mind. Ok, technically they were the second choice. Our first choice was an old friend of mine who's a card-carrying priest of Thor (I'm not joking) but once my

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-41481966134660449232006-12-11T18:46:00.000-08:002006-12-11T18:58:54.752-08:00

Exam study week. Four finals, each worth 100% of the grade. I've one already behind me (the take-home) and the rest happen at roughly two-day intervals starting this Friday and ending next Friday. There'll be strips for this week and next, but I'll be off from the 22nd until the new year so unless I can figure out how to pre-post strips there'll be a blank week after next Friday. Short of

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-76024437970805113752006-12-08T08:42:00.000-08:002006-12-08T08:59:32.187-08:00

So as of today's episode, I've committed myself to purchasing the Playmobil Devil Gnome.Yes, that's a rather kid-friendly name for a toy, isn't it? Bound to have been popular with the conservative European Catholic crowd, I imagine, which is why it was discontinued half a dozen years ago, making it a bit of a rare piece, even on Ebay (I've only seen one in the last six months, and I missed

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-3266723403513123492006-12-07T13:00:00.000-08:002006-12-07T13:14:01.549-08:00

Despite the (nearly buried) plot arch of our necromancer trying to bring out the destuction of the kingdom through the extraction and distillation of a rather unhealthy amount of Phineas T. Bagmeat's various bodily fluids, if I keep blogging about malady and plague you folks are going to think I'm coming down with a bad case of hypochondria.Nevertheless, after struggling to shake off the nasty

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-45642089881686378982006-12-01T09:01:00.000-08:002006-12-01T09:46:00.043-08:00

This has to be the funniest thing I have seen in months. It's an "ex" knife holder (sorry guys, it only seems to come in ex-boyfriend flavours... is that saying something about your fear of committment? I dunno...). It comes in black and silver too, but I think the bright red is at the same time most Xmassy and appropriate. Knives are even included, doesn't that just beat the living daylights

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-880322377279737112006-11-29T18:48:00.000-08:002006-11-29T19:15:47.380-08:00

I think it's plague season again. I mean, it never really stopped being plague season, but as the days wear on, I feel like I'm in 1665 London wishing someone would set fire to some rats just for variety's sake.Don't get me wrong, I'm not sick yet, but the daycare bug (see my archived post regarding plagues) has gone through every member of the family, including in-laws and babysitters. Over

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-69017707381700267662006-11-28T09:13:00.000-08:002006-11-28T09:45:37.426-08:00

Yes, I feel silly now. Thanks again Aliza. Something *was* wrong: Blogspot moved their link and Feedburner couldn't cope. Those who were subscribing through the Atom link on the site were getting the site as per normal, m'self included. No big. Think of it as delayed gratification. Now you get to read three weeks of... Oh. Right. Haven't posted in three weeks. ok, you get to re-read

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-43550465163088667302006-11-26T20:18:00.000-08:002006-11-26T21:00:41.710-08:00

Yes, three weeks or so is rather a long time to not update, I agree. Thanks for Aliza for kicking my ass into gear and letting me know that 25% of my readership has a bone to pick with me.Hey, when you've only got 4 readers and you know them all by name, criticism takes on a new and very personal form.So, on an unrelated note, the thin veneer of family-friendliness of the strip gets another

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-16197027437736709332006-11-08T07:53:00.000-08:002006-11-08T08:01:50.361-08:00

Darn it, you're off the hook again. Too much catching up from missing classes last week while I attended the conference to get another really good torrential rant editorial.But don't give up your front seat or you'll miss the Belgians...

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-28146764400064114582006-11-06T13:45:00.000-08:002006-11-06T14:15:17.209-08:00

I'm back from the convention. Get back on the hook, you. Quit twitching, and make yourself comfortable or I'll set you spinning.So. Responsibility and Accountability in Law and Government... Let me tell you, this reinforced my belief that if you like hot dogs and if you like law, you should never ever watch either being made.There was a real all-star lineup of panelists, ranging from litigation

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-6908518381732973682006-11-03T11:10:00.000-08:002006-11-03T11:13:58.604-08:00

I'm still at the conference. You're still off the hook. Enjoy the comic sans editorial today. Back to your regularly scheduled logorrhea next Monday...

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-63217171184066002702006-11-01T14:14:00.000-08:002006-11-01T14:16:29.664-08:00

Heading to a law conference today. Here's the comic, and I'm mercifully letting you all off the editorial hook for this week...For those of you who have no idea what Vecna is, you can read up on it here.

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-64490132312768459922006-10-30T11:41:00.000-08:002006-10-30T11:49:10.751-08:00

And now we return to your regularly scheduled reality.I'm a little miffed today. Two of my webcomics have ended (Doobl and Mac Hall). They might come back, they might not, but it's always a little sad when a series ends, whatever the reason.I'm lamenting my personal fix of someone else's creativity, though. It's like I'm in slight withdrawal.

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-57370781247585244062006-10-28T20:03:00.000-07:002006-10-28T20:09:23.889-07:00

I have accomplished exactly two things today:1. Cleaning up after yesterday's Hallowe'en Party.2. This post.We'll be back to the more usual format on Monday. See you in a couple...

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-2937345257185867612006-10-25T23:58:00.000-07:002006-10-25T20:55:55.768-07:00

It's still reading week, and I'm still being lazy. No editorial today.I do however, want to point out that Jess Hanley's web comic is rapidly running out of characters. I'll be sad if it goes away, since I appreciate the humour there even if other don't. Jess: if you ever get redirected here: keep writing!

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-73206007435805474932006-10-23T23:52:00.000-07:002006-10-23T20:50:35.108-07:00

Hi folks, it's Reading Week, so to balance out the fact that I have huge metric (don't get me started on that again) buttloads of reading to do, I figured I'd give you less reading material in exchange.There's some vague thermodynamic principle at work here, but I'll forego the explanation until next week. Meanwhile, enjoy today's strip in the 7 minutes today has left.Or just look at it in 8

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-203959364039000102006-10-20T09:42:00.000-07:002006-10-20T09:43:52.127-07:00

So you think you know your way around the universe? Don't make me laugh, you don't know distance from doughnuts. And hey, I found out today I don't either. The point came crashing home for me when for some reason in our philosophical foundations of Law class the teacher decided to explain what a meter is.I mean, thats just, um... a hundred centimeters or so, right? Or ten decimeters, or a

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-39424271834941973552006-10-18T20:18:00.000-07:002006-10-18T20:22:57.233-07:00

Blerg.1 mid-term today.1 mid-term Thursday.1 mid-term Friday.1 take home mid-term due later.This week is an ugly week.But, it could be worse. I could have a goat.

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-29982942009742568882006-10-16T07:15:00.000-07:002006-10-16T07:46:19.710-07:00

Yes, it's that wonderful time of the year again. Flu season in full swing. As if fading daylight, allergies, midterms, and the start of the holiday retail season weren't enough... Before you know it not only will you be deathly ill but it will hit you mid-season and you'll be knee-deep in TV reruns too.It amazes me, the way we set up our urban environment to encourage rapid propagation of

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-12395856861773713952006-10-13T09:00:00.000-07:002006-10-13T09:32:17.174-07:00

Happy Friday the 13th, everyone. To maximize your chances of surviving the day unscathed, my advice you would be to be avoiding:- walking under ladders- black cats you see hanging around with devilish old grannies- spilling any salt- looking at the new moon over your left shoulder - picking/finding any five-leaf clovers- putting your shirt on inside out- stepping out of your bed left-foot-first-

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-32381329237548280892006-10-11T06:53:00.000-07:002006-10-11T07:30:52.195-07:00

I've just been placed in a gallery. Isn't that a hoot?A very nice fellow named Mark Pearon over at plasq (the creators of the Comic Life software on which this strip is published) found Crunchy Milk through a technorati tag search and emailed me a while back about this, and today we're on the gallery.And we're one of two strips to bear the "Explicit" label shown over our picture. The other "

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-74901616992227148182006-10-09T15:13:00.000-07:002006-10-09T15:22:24.919-07:00

Happy Post Canadian-Thanksgiving everyone...I think I'm quitting cold turkey. And warm turkey. In fact, I'm quitting turkey altogether. Especially eating turkey in the altogether (a frightening midnight snack image for my neighbours). This could be a problem, with twelve pounds of leftovers threatening to become my lunch for the next few weeks. That's a lot of late-night snacking, and I

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-10781239347342680792006-10-06T13:45:00.001-07:002006-10-06T13:45:49.433-07:00

Do you remember weebles? I remember weebles. If you were a child of the 70's (and probably the 60s and 80s, yes) you couldn't help but have had at least one at some point in time, even if you were past the age where they were really that much fun to play with. Weebles are the kind of toy your parents put away in a box and you find years later. It's the kind of toy you'd put on a desk and

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-87665582832194607972006-10-04T07:09:00.000-07:002006-10-04T07:30:59.900-07:00

I have to reinstall Photoshop on my computer at some point.In my mind, Mr. Fluffy should have demonic red glowy-eyes, but the best I could do with Comic Life (which isn't meant to do that sort of thing) was red dots, which were size 48 Times New Roman periods with a red fill.Not very demonic if you ask me. "Oooo, look at my scary eyes! Kerning of the damned! They're not sans-serif but how can

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-43758912907548473642006-10-02T06:58:00.000-07:002006-10-02T07:14:46.097-07:00

It occurs to me that if you're not one of the 4 people who read this strip locally, the whole "One Red Paper Clip" phenomenon might have passed you by.Since we here at Crunchy Milk do give a rat's ass about what our readership thinks, please send us a self-addressed stamped envelope and we will send you some background material on the One Red Paper Clip story. And we will include, free of charge

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-52092823881375563682006-09-29T09:34:00.000-07:002006-09-29T09:46:04.595-07:00

*Shudder*I saw an ad for the Tickle Me Elmo TMX today. (The "X" is for "EXTREME")Only I read it: "Tickle me Emo".A quick search revealed that I'm not the first one to make this particular brilliant humourous connection. It's not a very funny link, but then again, it's Emo. If you're not sure what Emo is, I think this sums it up best.I'm still in awe of the sheer evil that is the Tyco marketing

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-52963145740308595212006-09-27T06:28:00.000-07:002006-09-27T06:42:47.664-07:00

Health Canada decided about six years ago that anyone who has spent more than 3 months in France or six months anywhere in Western Europe, from about 1986 onwards, is at risk of being a mad cow disease carrier and is therefore ineligible to give blood. This, of course, got pointed out to me when I tried to do my civic duty a couple of days ago and give blood. So. Mad cows at it again. This

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-31919995377856472492006-09-25T20:06:00.000-07:002006-09-25T20:32:36.622-07:00

I have a new feedburner feed. See the lovely orange RSS button at the top left hand side of the Blogspot CrunchyMilk page? It links to feed://feeds.feedburner.com/CrunchyMilk.Please click it and make that your new feed for the site. This is meant to accomplish two things:1. Occasional commentary that the Beta Blogger Atom feed doesn't work for various browsers.2. The feeding of the frenzied

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-51431768300963054462006-09-25T07:07:00.000-07:002006-09-25T07:52:25.682-07:00

I'm convinced that the reason most beggars aren't more entertaining is that they're really undercover sociologists.Think about it, they're probably judging your reactions and noting them down via bluetooth recorder. You can't tell, after all it looks like they're just madmen in the street talking to themselves. In reality, they're muttering "Subject #347523, Thursday, gave me $5, confirming

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-19156401680730952006-09-21T19:42:00.000-07:002006-09-21T19:59:32.261-07:00

I'm posting this up tonight, because tomorrow is my final exam for a crazy two-credit accelerated Introduction to Law class. I've just finished digesting a week-long class that consisted of 30 hours of lecture time, 300 pages of cases and doctrine, and nearly 40 pages of single-space typewritten notes into three pages of Things I Need to Figure Out By 1pm Friday.Today's strip completes

Ray Bishopnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078368221228308509.post-38573521741245870892006-09-20T07:17:00.000-07:002006-09-20T08:03:43.121-07:00

Do you remember your first favorite childhood toy? That little stuffed something or other that was your constant companion? I imagine that for most people it's teddy bears, although these days there's such a staggering variety of stuffed animals out there that it could be almost anything.Mine was a stuffed lamb with a wind-up music box inside it. Apparently I was a harsh music critic as a child

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Hi folks!In a lighter and less "potty-humour-oriented" vein, today I would like to introduce you to the first strip in the second element of our PLAYMOBIL® universe, "The NecRomantics", in which we discover that raising the living is a lot harder than raising the dead.It's all so problematic... being an evil necromancer bent on destroying the kingdom and eventually reworking the world in your own

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So it occurs to me on the..um...tail of the last posting that there is one person who has a nose in this entire debacle, and he's not complaining (which in itself is odd, given the nature of his real-life counterpart, who is very vocal on the same topic).So I'm with the hapless apprentice on this one. No nose means good news.For those of you who don't know what Bangalore Phal (panel 6) is,

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I've always been a fan of self-referential humour, especially in comic books. In theatre it has the naturally more effete title of "breaking the fourth wall", a concept which our man Shakespeare used and overused by having characters make situational/editorial remarks to the audience. You see it in television semi-regularly, but overuse can lead to silliness, so most do not opt in on this

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Greetings and Salutations, to my six loyal readers, and thanks for not giving up hope on the Baron and his Tardis-like felinoid, whose insides are verily (yea!) much larger than his outsides as we have found.As the first week of Law School comes to a complete screeching halt, I find that I can in fact do some work on the comic on the weekends. Wish me good fortune and I will make every attempt

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So law school starts on Monday, and I don't know how often I'll be able to update, but I'll give it my best shot to keep this strip as regular an occurrence for the half-dozen or so folks I know tune in at least occasionally (when I drag them over to a computer monitor and force them to type in the URL). I do promise to wrap up this little story arc.Hey, just today I received a list of the top

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On the topic of self-censorship, I want to speak to today's panel 5. PLAYMOBIL® has a policy that non-commercial fan sites are allowed as long as they don't depict "any violence that is inappropriate for children under 5".Just so we're clear: Yes Bob Hazmat (and no his partner's name isn't Mat HazBob, it's Gene (Eugene) Hazmat and they're brothers) is currently "tussling" with Edgar but there

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Sorry for the slightly late update today, my wife just started a lovely new job working in a dungeon just yesterday and we went out to celebrate last night!No, no, seriously, it's practically a dungeon. It's the sub-level of a dark and dusty gallery where she works her evil magic framing people (well, their paintings anyway). Best job in the world. She lets herself in, works for hours alone

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Of all our senses, that of smell creates the most basic and powerful memories. This is the reason why scents like vanilla remind people on a basic level of home, baking, mom and apple pie (assuming your mom puts vanilla in apple pie. Mine never did, but that's because she would freeze the pie so I couldn't smell it coming, then fling it at me great velocity when I wasn't expecting it. The

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Being buried alive (well, for now anyway) in cat poop might be a fate worse than death for some, but remember, the one doing the scooping and dumping is a necromancer, so death isn't really much of a lousy fate in his book. More of an occupational hazard.I'm not sure what that says about the life expectancy of our little (currently quite fragrant) light blue apprentice figure, but let's not

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Don't you wish you could set up a magic spell that would whoosh away (I prefer the term teleport, natch) the cat poop right out of the litterbox?I tried getting a LitterMaid once. You've never seen a litterbox so clean in a house with two cats.Of course, this was because they were so terrified of the darn thing they pooped everywhere but that self-cleaning monstrosity. If I could only have

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Although it doesn't show (Ah Playmobil!, where even the venerable and aged retain their frozen plastic youthfulness...much like botox fashion victims), Peedles is an old cat with a grating voice, Mexican accent, and massive issues with incontinence.

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Hi folks and welcome to Crunchy Milk (Dairy Gone Funny!) - an archive of thoughts and ideas that have been tossing around in the sewage pit I call my erstwhile excuse for a brain. The first installment is a series of comics I have been wanting to draw for about a year but, bereft as I am of the talent required for actual doodles, I kept sabotaging my own efforts.As my birthday is coming up, I

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