I
can’t
get
no
cheese
for my pizza.
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Image credit: Detail of Adam Huber, “The Ghost Wonderer”. Bug Martini. 1 October 2014.
I
can’t
get
no
cheese
for my pizza.
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Image credit: Detail of Adam Huber, “The Ghost Wonderer”. Bug Martini. 1 October 2014.
Do you really want to know? It’s just that seldom does one encounter such a new phrase. Quite honestly, I can’t say I ever heard this one before†. And then I looked it up and really wished I hadn’t, but only because it brought to mind an old line from Stephen King―Pet Sematary, I think―having to do with “Bozo the Clown on a pogo stick”.
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† What? It’s true, whenever I see an advert for a Vince Vaughn comedy, I know that’s a film I will only watch if I’m actually trapped in a room where it’s playing. And even then I’ll start looking for an electrical socket sufficient for a shocking rendezvous.
Image credit: Detail of Bug Martini, by Adam Huber, 18 June 2014.
To the one, we’re on cartoons at the moment. To the other, it’s been a while since we paused to sniff the rosebuds at Bug Martini. To the beeblebrox, it really is oddly timed; but then again, that’s not the kind of joke one sits on until November, lest it actually receive some rational thought, which in turn would discourage presentation. And, you know, hey, if I happened to be a dog, that I might count a fourth—and, incidentally, never leave the house for reasons best not discussed in polite company—it would be enough to say that I wish my brother George was here. Except I don’t have a brother named George.
And as to the brother I do have? Well, yeah. Raise a glass, dude.
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Image credit: Detail of Adam Huber, Bug Martini.
Apt. It’s not just a terminal command.
No, really. This is one of those things that just happens to happen, you know? Nudge-nudge, wink-wink. A nod’s as good as a wink to a blind bat?
Then again, it also helps that the other person has the aptitude to comprehend the aptness.
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Huber, Adam. “Gluteus Minimus”. Bug Martini. December 12, 2013.
Recently I received a comment regarding a post from March about the comic strip Bug. Now, maybe there’s something wrong with my reading comprehension, or perhaps I ought to be embarrassed for not making certain things clear. However, the comment can be read in such a manner to suggest that its author thinks I have something to do with Adam Huber’s wonderful ‘toon. And to that possibility, I must offer a necessary correction: No, I don’t have a damn thing to do with the strip, except to read it and laugh my ass off.
And maybe I ought to be embarrassed for wasting the blogosphere in such a typical manner, though I’m sure it beats becoming a fanboy and making a pilgrimage to Mr. Huber’s home to scream with girlish delight every time I see a shadow pass the window.
Anyway, ’nuff said. I passed the compliment along to the Bug website, and in the meantime, maybe Mr. Huber won’t kill me if I post another, especially with the disclaimer that no, I did not draw this. But I do sympathize with the sentiment, if that counts for anything.
Click the link to read the thing full-size at the Bug website. And yes, keep ’em coming, indeed, Adam.