Sunday, October 5, 2014
posted by dave at 10:29 PM in category comics

An interaction with a bartender.

posted by dave at 10:27 PM in category comics, dreams

This was really ouf character for her.

posted by dave at 10:25 PM in category comics, dreams

It was really out of character for her.

Thursday, July 5, 2012
posted by dave at 9:47 AM in category comics

CornerGirl is cute when she's wrong.

Thursday, March 31, 2011
posted by dave at 5:27 AM in category comics

This was in a dream I had.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011
posted by dave at 9:57 PM in category comics

Der

Friday, December 10, 2010
posted by dave at 6:09 AM in category comics

It's nice to know I'm not alone

Monday, December 6, 2010
why
posted by dave at 8:01 PM in category comics

I should have been a lawyer

Wednesday, November 24, 2010
posted by dave at 5:58 AM in category comics

Grrr

Thursday, November 18, 2010
posted by dave at 7:21 PM in category comics

I get so sick of people badmouthing her

Monday, June 7, 2010
posted by dave at 7:58 PM in category comics

that was the only answer I could think of

Friday, May 14, 2010
posted by dave at 12:21 AM in category comics

This conversation actually took place, earlier tonight.

Thursday, April 1, 2010
posted by dave at 2:14 AM in category comics

pbbbbbt

Thursday, January 7, 2010
posted by dave at 11:21 PM in category comics

next time he should ask a harder question

Monday, November 30, 2009
posted by dave at 8:39 PM in category comics

The guy was clearly a pervert and/or a gold-digger

Friday, November 6, 2009
posted by dave at 9:29 AM in category comics

funny to me

Wednesday, September 16, 2009
posted by dave at 11:06 AM in category comics

and stop shaving your legs

Wednesday, August 19, 2009
posted by dave at 12:55 PM in category comics

I like puns

Tuesday, August 18, 2009
posted by dave at 7:49 PM in category comics

the late 1960s, I think

posted by dave at 7:42 PM in category comics

ouch

Thursday, August 13, 2009
posted by dave at 8:33 PM in category comics

just like I've been saying all along

Wednesday, July 29, 2009
posted by dave at 1:32 AM in category comics

not my fault, she brought it up

Monday, July 6, 2009
posted by dave at 1:39 AM in category comics

lack of commas can lead to misunderstanding, and stuff

Friday, June 12, 2009
posted by dave at 1:52 PM in category comics

I love that movie

posted by dave at 1:29 PM in category comics

a French accent might help

Thursday, June 4, 2009
posted by dave at 7:50 AM in category comics

maybe

Saturday, May 30, 2009
posted by dave at 11:32 PM in category comics

Him also rich, I bet.

Monday, May 11, 2009
posted by dave at 4:55 AM in category comics

They should say I am with a weirdo, and have an arrow

Saturday, May 2, 2009
posted by dave at 1:48 AM in category comics

it could get messy

posted by dave at 1:47 AM in category comics

still respectful, though

Tuesday, April 28, 2009
posted by dave at 1:31 AM in category comics

Better than 52

Monday, April 27, 2009
posted by dave at 3:56 PM in category comics

always let them have their little victories

Sunday, April 19, 2009
posted by dave at 10:16 PM in category comics

It was a fruitfly or something tiny

Thursday, April 2, 2009
posted by dave at 9:08 AM in category comics

whatever

Wednesday, April 1, 2009
posted by dave at 1:58 PM in category comics

seemed like a good idea at the time

Saturday, March 28, 2009
posted by dave at 12:31 AM in category comics

trying really hard

Thursday, March 19, 2009
posted by dave at 3:04 PM in category comics

poor little guys

Wednesday, March 18, 2009
posted by dave at 9:09 AM in category comics

I could be wrong

Saturday, March 14, 2009
posted by dave at 2:12 AM in category comics

I bet it takes a lot of concentration

Wednesday, March 11, 2009
posted by dave at 10:03 PM in category comics

nothing to say

Thursday, March 5, 2009
posted by dave at 10:57 PM in category comics

nothing else has worked

Wednesday, March 4, 2009
posted by dave at 12:04 AM in category comics

fair play and all that

Sunday, March 1, 2009
posted by dave at 3:34 PM in category comics

two of my favorite movies

posted by dave at 3:12 PM in category comics

save this for evidence

Friday, February 27, 2009
posted by dave at 4:24 PM in category comics

extra cuteness wouldn't have hurt, though

Thursday, February 26, 2009
posted by dave at 7:09 PM in category comics

maybe two on a bad day

Wednesday, February 25, 2009
posted by dave at 11:45 PM in category comics, ramblings

Once or twice or a hundred times, every day, I forget.

It's a self-defense activity. My mind knows that, alone and unarmed as it is, it cannot withstand the constant onslaught. So, it does what it can do. What it must do. It retreats. It runs and cowers beneath the rubble of destroyed dreams. It hides from reality.

During those times, I can almost pass for a normal person. Unless you look too closely into my eyes, or let your gaze linger on my face for too long, or ask me a question.

It always me pisses me off, when people ask me if I'm okay, or how I'm doing. Sometimes, people even ask me what's wrong, or if they can help. All those same questions over and over, and always the same answers.

The truth is not always in my words, but the truth is always there. The truth always forces my mind out of its hiding place, out into the open.

Once or twice or a hundred times, every single fucking day, I remember all over again.

truth

posted by dave at 7:22 PM in category comics

whew!

posted by dave at 2:15 PM in category comics

and usually futile

Monday, February 23, 2009
posted by dave at 9:20 PM in category comics

excuses

Tuesday, February 17, 2009
posted by dave at 12:57 AM in category comics

and sweet

posted by dave at 12:49 AM in category comics

reliving it...

posted by dave at 12:35 AM in category comics

curiouser and curiouser

Saturday, February 14, 2009
posted by dave at 8:34 AM in category comics

doomed from the start

Tuesday, February 3, 2009
posted by dave at 6:15 PM in category comics

worth a shot

Sunday, February 1, 2009
posted by dave at 11:02 AM in category comics

whatever

Saturday, January 31, 2009
posted by dave at 1:30 PM in category comics

but proud

Friday, January 30, 2009
posted by dave at 2:48 PM in category comics

I'm still right

Sunday, January 25, 2009
posted by dave at 1:28 AM in category comics

I'll need acting lessons

Saturday, January 24, 2009
posted by dave at 2:08 AM in category comics

deafening silence...

Saturday, January 10, 2009
posted by dave at 11:24 AM in category comics

RockGirl's boyfriend can be so sweet to her sometimes.

awwwww

Wednesday, January 7, 2009
posted by dave at 8:06 AM in category comics

I knew better than to ask for balls.

Thursday, January 1, 2009
posted by dave at 12:34 PM in category comics

years of practice...

Sunday, December 28, 2008
posted by dave at 9:16 PM in category comics

and the things therein

Thursday, December 25, 2008
posted by dave at 10:49 AM in category comics

now the universe is sane again

posted by dave at 12:20 AM in category comics, drink, ramblings

whatever

That comic has nothing to do with anything. It's just something I thought of that was funny to me.

This entry brought to you by Alaskan Smoked Porter (773).

Recently - it might have been Monday or it might have been some earlier night, as the last months of my life have quite blurred together - OddlyFamiliarGirl told me that I should write more often. She talked about the things that had first drawn her to my blog; the honesty and the passion that I felt, which would so easily flow from my heart down my arms through my fingers and onto my keyboard. She wanted to read that kind of entry again.

I replied that I couldn't do it, that some things were just too hard to write about.

Like how an important question can seem to go unanswered, but it's not really. Refusal to answer is an answer all in itself. Evasion is taking a stand.

And like how unwillingness to choose is really just choosing to leave things the way that they are. To maintain the status quo, no matter how unstable it is. No matter how untenable the universe is.

And how Patience is a virtue, as some dillhole once said. I suppose I agree with that, most of the time. But sometimes, sometimes patience is a hindrance. Like when it's running out, and you can feel it draining away from you like dirty water spiraling down a drain. It's going away, and you know that you don't have much left, and all you can think about is, What will be left of me when it's gone? Will there be anything left at all?

And how sometimes the only way to be happy is to lie to yourself. To fool yourself into believing, even if only for a few hours, that it's the universe around you that lies, and it's not you lying to yourself.

And how it breaks your heart every single time you're reminded that sometimes love is irrelevant.

And how love can spring from the most unlikely connections, but you can't even come close to writing about that, because it's

Tuesday, December 23, 2008
posted by dave at 7:20 AM in category comics

off the charts, actually

Monday, December 22, 2008
posted by dave at 7:17 AM in category comics

and I'm doing a hell of a job

Thursday, December 18, 2008
posted by dave at 8:28 AM in category comics

kind of ruined dinner

Sunday, December 14, 2008
posted by dave at 12:52 AM in category comics

she topped it

Wednesday, December 3, 2008
posted by dave at 12:32 AM in category comics

Wheeee!

Sunday, November 30, 2008
posted by dave at 10:36 PM in category comics

and your hands

Saturday, November 29, 2008
posted by dave at 1:46 AM in category comics

whatever

Sunday, November 9, 2008
posted by dave at 10:40 AM in category comics, daily, drink

Well I ended up not taking a trip yesterday. The same lack of motivation I'd had about writing kept me from making up my mind about going anywhere until it was too late. So I just dicked around the house for the most part.

Then last night I got to do some stuff I can't write about, I guess except that I had a Marzen (6152) and three bottles of Barfly (128). And I think I did a pretty good job of keeping my thoughts where they belonged.

Today we might do something. Or we might not. It's kinda hard stupid to plan anything more than about five minutes ahead of time. As proof of that statement, I offer yesterday, and next weekend, and probably Thanksgiving. But it's okay. Spontaneity has its charms sometimes, and being penciled in is better than nothing.

A pen would be nice, though, every now and then. It would be nice to be worthy of a pen. The dipshit gets a fucking pen.

or fear, perhaps?

Saturday, October 25, 2008
posted by dave at 10:26 AM in category comics, drink, ramblings

So many people advised me to lie to her. To keep living my lie of omission. "Don't tell her everything," they said. "Just be happy with what you have," they said. "Don't rock the boat," they said.

But the damn boat was already sinking. So I sounded the alarm. I stopped lying.

And then, yesterday, she said that nobody ever says what's on their mind, except for me. I took that as a compliment.

---

She keeps using the f-word to describe what we're doing. But I don't think of it that way at all. It's not a friendship, at least not from my perspective.

Nope, from where I sit, it's a one-sided love affair.

A million times better than a friendship, and a million times worse.

---

Considering how I started missing her before I'd made it halfway out of her parking lot last night, of course I wanted to go back later and see her some more. But, considering how I actually started missing her before I'd gone three steps out of her door, I didn't think it would be a good idea.

---

Yesterday the only beer I had was about half a Schlenkerla Marzen (6016) at 1:00 or so. I have some pumpkin beers in my fridge, but I'm saving those for something.

---

This was funny in real life. Not mean at all.

funny in real life

Thursday, October 9, 2008
posted by dave at 7:51 AM in category comics

Just something I made the other day, when I was having a day like the third panel.

Saturday, October 4, 2008
posted by dave at 4:58 PM in category comics

thinking the obvious

Monday, September 29, 2008
posted by dave at 11:06 AM in category comics

totally worth it

Wednesday, September 10, 2008
posted by dave at 8:08 PM in category comics

but they made her chew it herself

Tuesday, September 9, 2008
posted by dave at 12:08 AM in category comics

rock the vote

Friday, August 29, 2008
posted by dave at 2:55 PM in category comics

fun while it lasted

Saturday, August 9, 2008
posted by dave at 11:53 AM in category comics, morals, travel

Once there was this guy. He really liked this girl, and he invited this girl do to everything with him. I mean everything.

Also, there was this other guy and this other girl. They'd been married for twenty-five years.

The moral of this story is that somewhere, between taking a shit and going on a cruise, there is a sweet spot. One at which invitations are perfectly acceptable and perhaps even expected. Maybe even welcomed.

But I'll be damned if I have any idea what that sweet spot might me. It's there somewhere, though.

Anyway, I think I'm going to Covington now. By myself.

posted by dave at 9:27 AM in category comics

I was certainly feeling something

Tuesday, July 29, 2008
posted by dave at 10:53 PM in category comics

short and sassy

Thursday, July 24, 2008
posted by dave at 7:21 PM in category comics

whatever

Tuesday, July 15, 2008
posted by dave at 2:47 PM in category comics

I estimate that about 1% of the world will find this funny.

imagine the possibilities

This idea was totally stolen from some guy at fark.com.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008
posted by dave at 12:33 AM in category comics, ramblings

Tonight, after my eyes had finally adjusted to the dark, and after my brain had finally learned to stop looking across the street at my neighbor's dick light, I saw some stars.

Actual stars. Not nearly as many as I saw when I was a kid. My aging eyes and all this stupid light pollution have taken care of that. And not even a zillionth as many as what I saw on that one night in Nevada, but still, a lot of stars.

They were pretty.

I also was lucky enough to see not one, not two, but five shooting stars.

I made five wishes.

More precisely, I made the same wish five times.

I am not a bad person. I am not a selfish person.

I wished for eternal happiness for someone else.

Also, as an added bonus, here's the only comic I can think of which featured shooting stars. I like this one, even though MixedSignalGirl was kinda mean.

mean, but funny

---

Recently I've been asked what I mean when I say that I'm in a weird mood. I've found that, with questions like that, a description is much easier to come by than a definition:

Sometimes, I dare to envision a day. A perfect day. A day of laughter and love and joy and incredible happiness. I dare to envision such a day, but I see it as the fantasy that it is, and I do not get sucked into it.

Sometimes, I remember the truth, the reality of life. My life. And sometimes I can stand the pain that reality forces into my brain, and sometimes I do not want to cry out at the unfairness of it all.

It's those incongruities that makes them weird, these moods in which I sometimes find myself.

Sunday, June 22, 2008
posted by dave at 11:10 PM in category comics

I have used worse criteria

Friday, June 13, 2008
posted by dave at 11:50 PM in category comics

whatever

Wednesday, June 4, 2008
posted by dave at 12:54 PM in category comics

purely for medical reasons, of course

posted by dave at 1:15 AM in category comics

I bet PearlGirl is excited to be in a comic

Sunday, April 27, 2008
wow
posted by dave at 9:34 PM in category comics

wow

Wednesday, April 23, 2008
posted by dave at 3:03 PM in category comics

muhaha

a
posted by dave at 12:08 AM in category comics

you probably had to be there

Monday, April 21, 2008
posted by dave at 11:43 PM in category comics, ramblings

I've been having a problem with the whole risk vs. reward concept lately.

This causes me to do incredibly stupid things. Well, the same stupid thing over and over, actually.

There's the potential for a reward, or I wouldn't do the stupid thing. But that reward seems to have lost some of its specialness lately. Perhaps it's happened a little bit too often. I might have even become a little bit jaded.

But the risk?

The risk hasn't changed at all.

As a result, the reward is no longer worth the risk, and so I should stop being such a fucking dumbass.

---

Another thing I wanted to write about, but which probably isn't worth an entire entry all on its own, is that some people are really annoying me lately.

Specifically, their voices are annoying me. Even the shortest sentences are sometimes enough to give me an Excedrin headache number 15,000,000.

I don't know why I'm so irritated with these voices all of a sudden. These are people that I actually like. Some of these voices belong to people that I would actually fuck. And it's not like I'm annoyed every time they speak. Only at certain times. When I'm in certain moods.

The voices, they cut into my skull and they scramble my brain. That's not good. I prefer my brain over-easy.

So many times lately, I've sat at Rich O's and I've wanted to jump up and scream, "Please, for the love of all that is beautiful and good in this word, please shut up for two seconds!"

But, I don't jump up and scream any such thing. Because I'm trying to be a people person and shit.

---

There's this one chick who has, almost single-handedly (or double-breastedly?), turned me into a breast man. I am reminded of this transformation quite often. I did a comic about it/her/them once:

mmmm, perky

It's not the size that's attractive to me. Not at all. Definitely not artificial size. I want to make that clear. I am not a fan of store-bought breasts that have no purpose other than making a girl bigger up top.

I realize that things like age and gravity and having kids, these things can make a girl feel less than satisfied with her body. So by all means, get those puppies re-inflated and feel better about yourself.

But try to come out of the surgery looking like a human being.

Size just for the sake of size? I just don't get it.

---

Okay, I think I've rambled on long enough for one night.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008
posted by dave at 12:25 AM in category comics

An email conversation I had tonight, paraphrased very slightly:

parkity flarkity

I already drink, or stuff like this would drive me to do so.

Monday, April 7, 2008
posted by dave at 8:32 PM in category comics

or maybe the funny one, I couldn't tell

Sunday, April 6, 2008
posted by dave at 1:11 AM in category comics

it really means a lot to me

Not funny. Not meant to be funny.

Friday, March 21, 2008
posted by dave at 1:25 AM in category comics

and stop asking stupid questions

Sunday, February 3, 2008
posted by dave at 10:32 PM in category comics

easier this way

Wednesday, January 23, 2008
posted by dave at 1:49 AM in category comics

ouch

Friday, January 18, 2008
posted by dave at 4:50 PM in category comics

there was a horsey design on the front

Friday, January 4, 2008
posted by dave at 12:18 PM in category comics

size six, apparently

Tuesday, January 1, 2008
posted by dave at 11:31 AM in category comics

or maybe not

Saturday, December 29, 2007
posted by dave at 1:24 PM in category comics

blah

Thursday, December 27, 2007
posted by dave at 8:05 AM in category comics

she was clearly drunk

Sunday, December 16, 2007
posted by dave at 9:12 AM in category comics, daily, drink, weather

Yesterday we had snow and sleet and freezing rain here, pretty much all day. This was strange, because Al Gore keeps saying that won't happen.

I spent my day at home. Messing with a web page design for LaptopGirl in between power outages. I'd planned to do my Christmas shopping, but I didn't feel like dealing with the idiots on the roads. They're bad enough even when the weather's good.

Anyway, a few times in the past, when it's snowed, people have been known to puss out and cower in their homes instead of going out. And, when Rich O's is really dead, they'll close up early. I was a little fearful that they'd be closing early last night, so I went there very early. Like at 6:00 or so. I figured that if it was dead in there I could at least buy a growler to take home.

But it was okay. The place was fairly full. A bunch of people I know were in the living room area, and for some reason they saved the throne for me. So that was nice of them.

I had myself a pint of NABC Cone Smoker, and enjoyed that immensely while I talked with TremensGirl and MusicalYuppieDude and NotHideousGirl. NotHideousGirl and I have agreed that we will each pretend that we share fault for our crumbling friendship. This is a good compromise, I think.

At about 8:00, I remembered that it was the Ides of December, so I got myself into a bad mood. I briefly toyed with the idea of just going home. Actually, I obsessed over that idea for quite a while. But eventually I decided to just have another Cone Smoker (2881) and stop being a baby.

At one point during the night, I observed this conversation:

women are strange

I will never understand women.

I had the brilliant idea to text BikerGirl and invite her to Rich O's. I'd thought that maybe having NotHideousGirl and me both there might be enough to entice her. This thought helped to slow the descent of my mood, and I ordered another Cone Smoker.

But then I remembered that BikerGirl was working.

I drank about 2/3 (2895) of my beer, but I saw no point in staying any longer, so I came home at 10:00 or so.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007
posted by dave at 11:56 PM in category comics

long live the king

Friday, November 30, 2007
posted by dave at 2:44 PM in category comics

She still looked cute, though. And I really did look stupid.

Thursday, November 22, 2007
posted by dave at 11:54 AM in category comics

i give it four stars

Sunday, October 28, 2007
posted by dave at 12:50 PM in category comics

She was also smoldering hot, but that was just a bonus

Friday, October 12, 2007
posted by dave at 3:43 PM in category comics

I like damsels in distress

Wednesday, September 12, 2007
posted by dave at 7:22 PM in category comics

oh, baby!

Saturday, August 18, 2007
posted by dave at 2:00 PM in category comics

a talking walrus would be pretty cool, though

Friday, August 10, 2007
posted by dave at 1:02 AM in category comics

this is my life in a nutshell

Thursday, August 9, 2007
posted by dave at 5:37 PM in category comics

not nice

Of course I didn't really say this. The whole thing just reminded me of an old Ren and Stimpy show where they had this conversation.

Monday, July 30, 2007
posted by dave at 10:49 PM in category comics, daily

plus, he was ugly

This was a shithead at Pizza Hut today. Harassing all the customers about buying something or signing up for something. I don't know what he wanted, and I didn't care. I just wanted to pick up my pizza and leave without being harassed.

Sunday, July 8, 2007
posted by dave at 10:47 PM in category comics

just to make things fair

Wednesday, June 27, 2007
posted by dave at 6:15 PM in category comics

one was enough

Saturday, June 23, 2007
posted by dave at 10:01 PM in category comics

die doing something fun

Friday, June 22, 2007
posted by dave at 1:05 AM in category comics, daily, drink

There's some shit going on that I'm not going to write about, but unfortunately it's all I can think about, so I'm kinda stuck with writing random snippets of crap.

---

Rich O's has Rogue Chocolate Stout (1606) on tap again, so yay!

When I went in after work, FutureDude asked me what I wanted to drink. I said, "Let's see how well you know me. What do you think I want to drink?"

My question stumped him. But, to be fair, he didn't know there was going to be a quiz today.

---

There was also a hot girl and her boyfriend there. They didn't know what to drink, and I recommended Weihenstephaner. They liked it, because it's one of the world's greatest beers.

The hot girl looked really familiar to me. I think there's an actress that she reminded me of. Some Asian chick, and it's weird that I was attracted to her, because I have a pretty strong phobia about Asian women.

---

This entire week has sucked at work, but it should start getting better now that an arbitrary deadline has been met.

---

Today, I had to go make an addition to the police report I made the other day, as that bullshit is continuing.

---

My niece messed-up one of my Rubik's Cubes today, and I cried and cried for hours.

---

Not really, I just thought it would be funny to write that.

I solved it in about 20 seconds. It was only a 2x2x2 cube.

---

I've been on a search for a new hosting company for barenada.com. I thought I'd found one, but I cancelled that account this morning because they wouldn't give me access to the web server's error logs.

---

At lunch today, NotHideousGirl was dressed up as a Catholic schoolgirl, and lamenting about how guys keep telling her that she's cute. Well, duh. My grandmother would look cute in that outfit.

There's a dude at The Pub that always wears a kilt. The last part of this conversation didn't really happen because NotHideousGirl didn't think of it fast enough.

And flowers would be nice

---

I can't think of anything else to write.

Thursday, June 7, 2007
posted by dave at 7:26 PM in category comics

and turning off the lights doesn't help

Tuesday, June 5, 2007
posted by dave at 3:31 AM in category comics

and maybe fall into some jello or something like that

Monday, June 4, 2007
posted by dave at 5:25 AM in category comics

it's more like a sieve

Monday, May 28, 2007
posted by dave at 11:12 AM in category comics

a little umbrella would be overkill

Wednesday, May 9, 2007
posted by dave at 11:59 PM in category comics

whatever

Monday, April 23, 2007
posted by dave at 5:09 PM in category comics

so much for my improved social skills

Thursday, April 19, 2007
posted by dave at 5:29 AM in category comics

i never really said this

Monday, April 16, 2007
posted by dave at 7:38 AM in category comics

it probably would have landed on its edge

Sunday, April 15, 2007
posted by dave at 9:43 AM in category comics

I really didn't give a shit

Tuesday, April 3, 2007
posted by dave at 5:46 PM in category comics

funny to me

Monday, April 2, 2007
posted by dave at 5:55 PM in category comics

i cannot wait

Friday, March 30, 2007
posted by dave at 12:41 AM in category comics

pretty

Tuesday, March 27, 2007
posted by dave at 7:50 PM in category comics

isn't that special?

Monday, March 12, 2007
posted by dave at 5:18 PM in category comics

women are strange

Sunday, March 11, 2007
posted by dave at 11:34 PM in category comics

women are strange

Saturday, February 17, 2007
posted by dave at 6:26 AM in category comics, drink

I don't know why I ended up going to Rich O's last night. I mean, I've skipped the last two Fridays at least, and it hasn't killed me. It's been nice actually. Because I didn't have to worry about being too disappointed if certain people didn't show up.

I don't know why I ended up going last night, but I did. I remember dreading it, both during the drive, and when I was looking for a parking spot. I had to park on Mars, so that was a bad sign.

The place was crowded as fuck. It took me at least five minutes to walk the ten feet between the front door and the entrance to Rich O's proper. Then, when I finally got there, I was blocked by a solid wall of people. It was standing room only in there. Strangers all over the fucking place.

But wait!

My sister's husband Kenny was part of the solid wall of people! My sister Dina was there too! Yay!

They were, as it turned out, celebrating this one blonde chick's birthday.

Anyway, I'm rambling.

After a year or so, I made it through the throng to the bar and I ordered a Brownings Bourbon Imperial Stout (82). I also talked to GlassesGirl. I hadn't seen her in months, so that was nice. Dina and I stood around for a while until some dude left the kiddie table, then we sat there and talked. I decoded a couple of my recent blog entries for her, because I guess I confuse her sometimes.

After a while the strangers left the living room area, so Kenny and the rest of Dina's group took over that area. I eventually moved to the throne.

I ordered another Brownings (98) but I didn't quite finish it.

Oh yeah, there was a smoldering hot girl ordering a growler of Arrogant Bastard, and I went up and talked to her for a while.

and whatever else she wants

She ended up taking a raincheck. Oh well.

After Dina and crew left I had a Diet Coke, then I went to White Castle and then came home.

I woke up at 4:00 this morning, very dehydrated.

Thursday, February 8, 2007
posted by dave at 6:33 PM in category comics

That'll teach him.

Monday, January 22, 2007
posted by dave at 6:20 PM in category comics

whatever

posted by dave at 1:37 PM in category comics

tempting

Wednesday, December 27, 2006
posted by dave at 5:48 PM in category comics

maybe even zillions

posted by dave at 7:47 AM in category comics

i stole this joke from a cat calendar

Monday, December 25, 2006
posted by dave at 1:12 AM in category comics

there'd be an extra day on leap-years

Tuesday, December 5, 2006
posted by dave at 6:19 AM in category comics, daily

Some of you may recall a conversation I wrote about a while ago. A conversation between my lovely self and Roger, the owner of Rich O's.

That conversation went something like this:

yay!

So for a while there my life was pretty good. It had meaning. I had something to look forward to.

Not anymore.

Yesterday, I found this on Roger's blog.

Harpoon Winter Warmer has been scratched from the Saturnalia line-up.

Because of bean counters.

I fucking hate bean counters.

Sunday, December 3, 2006
posted by dave at 1:20 PM in category comics

always

Tuesday, November 14, 2006
posted by dave at 5:07 PM in category comics

wait for it...

Sunday, November 12, 2006
posted by dave at 2:14 PM in category comics

the drug store was out of roofies

Monday, November 6, 2006
posted by dave at 7:49 AM in category comics

I think she was drunk

Sunday, October 29, 2006
posted by dave at 11:33 AM in category comics

competition is everywhere

posted by dave at 11:22 AM in category comics

stupid hair guy

Sunday, October 22, 2006
posted by dave at 12:27 AM in category comics

this was the theme for the entire night

Monday, October 9, 2006
posted by dave at 12:11 AM in category comics

what a pretentious asshole

Monday, September 25, 2006
posted by dave at 6:56 AM in category comics

it was the only thing about me she could find that she liked

Sunday, September 24, 2006
posted by dave at 11:13 AM in category comics, drink

8:55
It's pretty dead here. There are about 10 strangers, including a bunch of beatniks in the living room. Some dipshit is in my favorite seat at the bar, so I'm sitting at the island. My beer: A bottle of Avery The Reverend. That's right, a rematch from last night.

9:00
There are strangers working tonight. The regulars are all at some wedding.

9:02
All three of those beatnik girls are hot.

9:05
CuteBartender just stopped and talked to me some. She's cute as a bug. Oh yeah, CuteBartender is working tonight, so it's not all strangers.

9:12
I think the two blonde beatnik girls are twins. Mmmmmm, hot twins.

9:18
These idiots behind me are talking about how the Rich O's in Nashville is better because you can get burgers there. News Flash: There's only one Rich O's, and you're sitting in it. You dumbasses.

9:19
Burgers would be cool though.

9:21
That brunette beatnik girl is smoldering hot. She looks like HatGirl, except slutty.

9:25
Reverend, your name tries to mask your true nature, but I am not fooled. Tonight, I am ready. Tonight, you will be defeated.

9:27
I wonder what SassyGirl is doing right now. (checking watch, calculating time difference) Probably sleeping. She wouldn't think any of these beatnik girls are hot. She never liked any of the girls I liked.

9:28
I miss SassyGirl.

9:37
These temporary bartenders have an annoying habit of looking at me all the time. I am not, as I've already stated, a piece of meat.

9:39
This dingbat behind me just asked me why the red room is called the red room. I told her that it might have something to do with the wall that's painted red, but that my money was on the 11,000 pieces of Communist memorabilia on the walls.

9:40
Piss time.

9:42
The ghost is here.

9:55
The ghost is leaving.

10:00
There a surprise party in the red room now. I'm picking up my shit and moving to the bar.

10:03
The beatniks are leaving.

10:06
Who the fuck was that?

10:07
There's a chick with a laptop, not LaptopGirl, pretty much the opposite of LaptopGirl in fact, and her laptop's screen is way too bright. It's filling the room with an eerie glow. It looks like aliens are invading.

10:15
ArtistGuy just came in. He's fucking plastered. Or exhausted. I'm betting on plastered.

10:20
CuteBartender won't take that bet.

10:21
And The Reverend (180) is down! Dave wins! Dave wins!

10:22
I order a Weihenstephaner Hefeweissbier (1547).

10:40
I've been talking to the dipshit. He's pretty cool. He was going to buy a DaveFest shirt but I'm out of his size.

10:45
They're perfect, I bet. Firm and perky and just the right size.

10:47
Piss time.

11:00
nothing personal though

11:15
I order a Schlenkerla Rauchbier Weizen (52).

11:27
The wedding party has arrived.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006
posted by dave at 1:14 AM in category comics

Mmmmmmmm

Monday, September 18, 2006
posted by dave at 4:27 AM in category comics

blah

Wednesday, September 13, 2006
posted by dave at 9:04 PM in category comics

no contest, really

Monday, September 4, 2006
posted by dave at 3:49 PM in category comics

muhaha

posted by dave at 11:58 AM in category comics

grumble

Wednesday, August 30, 2006
posted by dave at 7:51 AM in category comics

too late

Sunday, August 27, 2006
posted by dave at 10:44 PM in category comics

i'm too tired for this shit

posted by dave at 12:35 PM in category comics, drink

I keep starting this entry and then abandoning it.

I guess I just don't feel like writing anything.

Saturday was a good night. I got to see a lot of people. I didn't get spit on. I got to drink three pints of NABC Artemsia (250). I got to go to White Castle.

Oh yeah, SpikeBoy came in. Nobody had seen him in like nine months. I guilted him into buying a DaveFest shirt.

it was nice

Monday, August 14, 2006
posted by dave at 7:11 PM in category comics

no fair!

Saturday, August 12, 2006
posted by dave at 12:56 AM in category comics, ramblings

plus my face might break

Tonight was a good night.

And I'll tell you why.

Because it made sense.

It's as simple as that.

Tonight was the first night in a very very very very very long time during which everything actually added up to the sum of my demeanor.

Tonight, it wasn't the past's broken promises that determined my mood. It wasn't the future's faded dreams that guided my emotions. Tonight, both the past and the future were irrelevant to the stark reality of the here and the now.

There was no rummaging through the cluttered attic of my mind to find the right excuse to be happy. There were no dates reminding me of arbitrary anniversaries to make me sad. There were no ghosts haunting my every thought and tainting my every emotion.

Tonight, I got to feel the way I was supposed to feel. The way anyone would feel in these same circumstances.

It doesn't matter at all how I actually felt when I came home tonight. Sad, happy, pissed, irritated, melancholy, anxious, blissful - it doesn't matter in the least.

What matters is that tonight, for the first time in a very long time, I got to be an ordinary person. An ordinary person experiencing extraordinary circumstances, and reacting to them in an ordinary way.

Tonight, for the first time in a very long time, I got to be sane.

Friday, August 11, 2006
posted by dave at 7:58 AM in category comics

it was a stupid question

Monday, August 7, 2006
posted by dave at 5:49 PM in category comics

time for damage-control.

Sunday, August 6, 2006
posted by dave at 1:06 AM in category comics

Good guess, though.

Tuesday, August 1, 2006
posted by dave at 7:56 AM in category comics

Subtle

Sunday, July 30, 2006
posted by dave at 9:49 PM in category comics

get paranoid much?

Tuesday, July 25, 2006
posted by dave at 2:11 AM in category comics

drat!

Monday, July 24, 2006
posted by dave at 10:54 PM in category comics

It really was a strong urge.

Sunday, July 23, 2006
posted by dave at 12:42 AM in category comics

whatever

Thursday, July 20, 2006
posted by dave at 3:12 AM in category comics

you know, for science

Friday, July 7, 2006
posted by dave at 5:38 AM in category comics

(c) 2006 barenada

Saturday, July 1, 2006
posted by dave at 9:01 AM in category comics

a master of humility, actually

posted by dave at 1:16 AM in category comics

next time just kick me in the nuts

Friday, June 23, 2006
posted by dave at 8:17 PM in category comics

blah

Sunday, June 18, 2006
posted by dave at 1:07 AM in category comics

duh

posted by dave at 1:01 AM in category comics

it ruins the beer

Saturday, June 17, 2006
posted by dave at 12:12 AM in category comics

or maybe it's Hungarian

Wednesday, June 14, 2006
posted by dave at 12:07 AM in category comics

not what she wanted to hear

Monday, June 12, 2006
posted by dave at 7:03 PM in category comics

not really

Saturday, June 10, 2006
posted by dave at 12:55 AM in category comics

jeep

Saturday, June 3, 2006
posted by dave at 7:50 PM in category comics

thanks for reminding me

Thursday, June 1, 2006
posted by dave at 12:00 AM in category comics, general

do not act so surprised

I guess the stress is part of the fun, too.

I'm not really sure how to break this to you.

I guess I'll just come out and say it.

The DaveFest shirts aren't going to be ready for at least a week.

Now, calm down please. The Sun will still rise and set tomorrow. It will probably continue to do so this weekend when DaveFest begins on schedule.

So, after several emails, I think I've got the quantities correct. For the initial order anyway. Any subsequent orders will, quite frankly, be a pain in the ass and I can't guarantee that they'll even happen.

I'm disappointed, of course. I was really looking forward to seeing my likeness adorn the chests of friends and strangers alike this weekend. It would have been surreal and sublime.

But alas, it's not meant to be. Not just yet.

I'm told that the shirts will be ready by next Friday, in time for the final wave of DaveFest when the Rogue beers go on tap.

For those of you holding non-refundable tickets to Louisville for this weekend, let me apologize. Let me also assure you that the trip will still be worthwhile. In the end, it's really about the beer.

In silent protest of this atrocity, my beautiful female readers should feel free to attend the festival shirtless.

Wednesday, May 31, 2006
posted by dave at 1:12 AM in category comics

blah

Thursday, May 25, 2006
posted by dave at 2:57 PM in category comics

whoa

If you have GIF animations disabled, then this won't make much sense.

Friday, May 19, 2006
posted by dave at 3:40 PM in category comics

reception

bridegrooms

objection

Wednesday, May 17, 2006
posted by dave at 6:06 PM in category comics

mmmmmm,lesbians

Saturday, May 13, 2006
posted by dave at 12:36 AM in category comics

pretty and funny

Thursday, May 11, 2006
posted by dave at 7:35 AM in category comics

blah

Monday, May 1, 2006
posted by dave at 7:32 AM in category comics

like jr high all over again

Monday, April 17, 2006
posted by dave at 7:55 AM in category comics

i hate it when this happens

Sunday, April 9, 2006
posted by dave at 4:30 PM in category comics

and turn that music down

Saturday, April 8, 2006
posted by dave at 10:36 AM in category comics, drink, general

I guess I should start the Friday report with the weather.

Around 3:00 is when the tornado warnings and severe thunderstorm warnings started hitting the area. I was working, but some people glued themselves to the local radar pages on the Internet. I overheard some people talking about tennis ball-sized hail in Georgetown. Even though these things are usually an exaggeration I used it as an excuse to leave and go see if my house had any busted windows or skylights.

It must have been a different Georgetown, because there was no hail at my house. The few leaves that have made an appearance this Spring are still on the trees, and any hail at all would have torn them down.

So I took a nap on my couch, and woke up at 7:30 to the sounds of my phone ringing and thunder rumbling. The call was from my sister, but when I tried to call her back I got no answer. I figured she was calling to make sure I knew about the weather, because when I turned on the TV there were huge red blobs all over the radar.

Nothing much happened at my house though. Just a lot of rain - and even the rain wasn't that impressive.

Once the red blobs had all moved East of me I took a shower and went to Rich O's.

The place was fairly full, and it seemed more full than it was because a lot of the PBDs were just standing around getting in everyone's way. I sat at the loveseat and had myself a BBC Jefferson's Reserve Bourbon Barrel Stout (100) and talked with HotEuchreGirl for a bit.

i smell a setup coming

WomanRepellant came in and we bullshitted some too. He told me at first that HatGirl had been in last Friday, so I spent a few agonizing minutes torturing myself with thoughts of her being at Rich O's but not talking to me, but then we figured out that she had really been in on Saturday when I was at SassyGirl's party, so the suicide has been postponed.

That was a joke.

My second beer was a new one they're brewing at Rich O's:

NABC St. Radegund Bitter (10)

(cask) I guess I was expecting something bitter. You know, because of the name of the beer. This wasn't bitter at all. The aroma was malty and a little flowery. My first impression of the flavor was that it was watery. That watery impression did fade by the time I finished the glass. This beer is very easy to drink. Not my favorite though.
After a while a couple of strangers left so I moved over to the throne and ordered a half-pint of Stone Smoked Porter (200). This was the first time I'd had this on tap, and it was quite good.

My last beer was going to be another half-pint of the BBC bourbon stuff (104), but MixedSignalGirl called me so I only had a few sips.

Wednesday, April 5, 2006
posted by dave at 6:55 PM in category comics

the real bartender was much nicer

Saturday, April 1, 2006
posted by dave at 7:31 AM in category comics

it should be fun to watch him try

Thursday, March 30, 2006
posted by dave at 11:57 PM in category comics

nobody really cares

Tuesday, March 28, 2006
posted by dave at 7:06 PM in category comics

not just a river in egypt

Saturday, March 25, 2006
posted by dave at 2:41 PM in category comics, daily, drink

Last night, I did not go to Rich O's. I did not, in fact, go to any bar at all.

Weird, huh?

That's what I thought.

What I did was I went to a surprise birthday party for my friend Eric. Though I'm not sure how much of a surprise it was, what with all of the cars in the driveway. Maybe seeing all of those cars was the surprise.

First things first, though. I went to the liquor store. I was planning to pick up a six-pack of Weihehstephaner, but they were out. So instead I bought a six-pack of Upland Chocolate Stout, then came back home and constructed my own little party pack consisting of two bottles of the Upland (286), two bottles of Winterkoninkske Winter King (136), and two bottles of Weihenstephaner (701) that I'd forgotten were in my fridge.

Thusly armed, I went to the house of this dude that graduated with Eric for the party.

i might have had a stroke as well

It was a nice quiet affair. We talked. We played some euchre. My brother-in-law Chris and I won about 800 games in a row I think.

she had a bud light

I actually managed to drink all of the beer I'd brought with me. And I didn't die.

That's simply amazing to me, mostly because that Winterkoninkske is some pretty strong stuff.

muhaha

One other thing that was nice was that my phone kept ringing. People wanted to know where I was, why I wasn't at Rich O's, when I was coming to Rich O's, how they were supposed to keep on living if I wasn't at Rich O's. I assured them all that I'd be there on Saturday night.

What I didn't tell them was that I have to work Sunday morning so I may not stay for very long.

Friday, March 24, 2006
posted by dave at 4:25 PM in category comics

talking about weather

Wednesday, March 22, 2006
posted by dave at 6:58 PM in category comics

most people have nothing to fear

posted by dave at 3:55 AM in category comics

and maybe a size too small

Tuesday, March 21, 2006
posted by dave at 2:05 AM in category comics

nice coat

Monday, March 20, 2006
posted by dave at 12:11 AM in category comics

i'm not a mind reader

Friday, March 17, 2006
posted by dave at 8:52 PM in category comics

iI beter get comp time for this

Wednesday, March 15, 2006
posted by dave at 1:33 AM in category comics

Juice for the juices

Roger didn't really say this, but it would have been funny if he had.

Thursday, March 9, 2006
posted by dave at 7:42 AM in category comics

i got nothing

Sunday, March 5, 2006
posted by dave at 10:08 PM in category comics

not for free anyway

posted by dave at 9:28 PM in category comics

i hate that guy

Friday, March 3, 2006
posted by dave at 6:57 AM in category comics

guilty as charged

posted by dave at 1:59 AM in category comics

that is supposed to be ewokgirl

Those characters take up a lot of valuable real estate.

Wednesday, March 1, 2006
posted by dave at 11:59 PM in category comics

whatever

Monday, February 27, 2006
posted by dave at 8:36 PM in category comics, general

those should just about cover everything

On Wednesday, SassyGirl and TacoBell are flying to Peru.

This seems like a strange thing to do, but then again I might just be jealous.

I asked them what their plans are for while they're down there, and I was told something like, "Ride a llama, sleep on a llama, have sex on a llama, and eat a llama."

So that settles it. I'm definitely jealous.

Hasta la vista, chicas!

Sunday, February 26, 2006
posted by dave at 2:56 PM in category comics

maybe it was just me

Saturday, February 25, 2006
posted by dave at 12:50 AM in category comics

as if i didn't already have trouble sleeping

Friday, February 24, 2006
posted by dave at 4:50 PM in category comics

sounds like fun to me

Tuesday, February 21, 2006
posted by dave at 7:43 AM in category comics, general

over and over and over again

She's right, of course.

I sometimes wonder what I'm doing here.

I mean, I know why I started doing this. I started doing this just because I wanted to keep an online diary. Nothing fancy. Nothing special. Nothing interesting.

But sometime over the past couple of years my reason evolved into something else. Something much more difficult. Something much more rewarding.

At some point I went from wanting to write, to wanting to be a writer. Every now and then I feel like I manage that feat, but not as often as I'd like. And certainly never without some emotion behind it, fueling the words.

So I let my feelings start to flow again, and I wait for inspiration. Beyond that, I wait for new inspiration. And I get nothing but the same old crap that I've already rehashed so often that even I'm bored with it.

And this makes me wonder. It makes me wonder what I'm doing here.

posted by dave at 6:34 AM in category comics

get well soon!

This is a BaggyDraggs.

Sunday, February 19, 2006
posted by dave at 4:06 AM in category comics, pictures

that's more like it

go me, it's my birthday!

I don't know why the picture turned out so small. I guess the guy that took the picture messed something up.

Thursday, February 16, 2006
posted by dave at 2:01 AM in category comics, pictures

Yay!

That's right, suckers! I got a new rock for my birthday! And this one I get to keep!

Ha ha!

So, ha ha!

Wednesday, February 15, 2006
posted by dave at 2:01 AM in category comics, drink

You got a better reason?

Not much of an entry tonight. It's mainly notable because I hadn't seen SassyGirl in about a million years.

Since I've turned my sleep schedule upside down, getting to Rich O's right after work meant getting there right at my bedtime. So I was pretty tired.

I had myself a t Smisje Mustard Ale (34) and then a half-pint of Flying Dog K-9 Cruiser (44). I'm really liking both beers, so they'll be gone soon.

I got a little Valentine's donut coupon from SassyBoy. This was the only thing I got this year except for an e-card from one of my readers that was quite sweet.

Anyway, we sat around and talked to this chick from Cincy that had made the drive to Rich O's just to buy some Dogfish Head beer that I've never heard of.

Then I came home and went to sleep.

Sleep. What a concept.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006
posted by dave at 2:53 AM in category comics

Because (a) I was bored, and (b) I really appreciate the response these things get, I've gone and put all of my comics on a single page.

I still have some tweaking to do though.

Monday, February 13, 2006
posted by dave at 4:27 AM in category comics

this works for any stupid advice

posted by dave at 3:28 AM in category comics

clueless

Sunday, February 12, 2006
posted by dave at 12:32 AM in category comics

it's uncanny, really

Thursday, February 9, 2006
posted by dave at 10:08 PM in category comics

how is the weather up there?

Wednesday, February 8, 2006
posted by dave at 3:31 PM in category comics

and I had no formal training!

Tuesday, February 7, 2006
posted by dave at 6:24 PM in category comics

woody would be too obvious

posted by dave at 5:45 PM in category comics

right?

Monday, February 6, 2006
posted by dave at 7:21 PM in category comics

different is good

Sunday, February 5, 2006
posted by dave at 12:20 PM in category comics

any more questions?

Saturday, February 4, 2006
posted by dave at 1:25 AM in category comics

Mooo!

Friday, February 3, 2006
posted by dave at 1:16 AM in category comics, general

the horror!

No, my dad hasn't come back to life, reincarnated by some cruel twist of fate as a Bud Light drinker.

Though I suppose I wouldn't complain if that did happen. There are worse things to be reincarnated as. Pubic lice. Opossums. One of Michael Jackson's kids.

Anyway, that little scene depicted above happened back in 1995 or so. Dad's favorite beer, Falls City, had been sold and had its recipe changed. Out of protest Dad switched to Bud Light for a while. He liked to say that he only switched back once the recipe had been changed back to what it was, though I doubt that he really believed that.

I think he simply realized that, in his own way, he was a bit of a beer snob, and to drink mass-produced industrial swill, even in protest, was just too much for him to do.

I know the feeling. I'm a beer snob myself. The only difference is that I choose to drink good beers, while Dad was content to stick with what he'd grown up drinking.

Since I'm the son of an alcoholic, and since I'm also someone that's been known to imbibe occasionally myself, you might be surprised that in my life I only spent maybe six hours total in bars with my dad.

I spent the first fifteen years of my adult life living all over creation, and when I did come home to visit, I'd usually hang out with my sister Dina. Or, when Dad had some time off work, we'd go hang out at one of his places in the country.

When I did finally move back home, Dad died shortly afterwards. That sucked.

I've been thinking a lot today about Dad. I'm not really sure why. Maybe because a few days ago would have been his and Mom's 43rd wedding anniversary. Maybe because I'm tired of thinking about women. Maybe there's no reason except that I had a dream with him in it a couple of days ago.

I've often been accused, mainly by my youngest sister Neisha, of turning into my maternal grandfather. I guess this is because I'm a grouch sometimes, so I'll concede that there is some slight resemblance. Sometimes.

But the biggest resemblance, I like to think anyway, is with my dad.

I already know that many of my interests I got from him. I already know that we shared the same tastes in humor, and books, and movies. I already know that he was a romantic at heart, and that's something I've discovered about myself over the past couple of years. He valued his privacy, maybe even more than I do.

I know what kind of person he was. He was the best. But what I don't really know is what he was like. I mean, we'd hang out at his cabin or in his apartment, and we'd talk about whatever, but there was almost always that father/son vibe going on. I never really had many chances to see what he was like when he stepped outside of his role as my father.

I wish he was still alive. That goes without saying. I wish I'd had the chance to know him as others knew him. To know him as Dave instead of as Dad.

And that brings me back to the bar.

Did he, like me, have a few people who he'd hang out with, or was he more of an everybody's friend type of person? I'm certainly the former, but I don't know how Dad was.

Would he sit at the bar by himself, contemplating life, and be perfectly content doing it? Did he hate crowds of idiots as much as I do? Could he spend an entire night talking with a single person, and feel uncomfortable in a group of more than just a few people? Would he get quiet during those times and just listen to everyone else and make sarcastic comment in his head? When he got bored or disgusted or depressed, would he just get up and leave, like I do?

It really bothers me that I'll never know these things.

If Dad was alive, and we hung out at the same bar, would people guess that he was my father? There was certainly no physical resemblance, but what about the other things? Am I enough like him that people, upon hearing about our relationship, might nod their heads and say, "I knew there was something similar about you two!"

Could I go down to Ramsey's bar in Derby, and talk to one of the regulars there for a while, and have him say, "You know, you remind me a lot of a friend of mine. His name was Dave, too. He died seven or eight years ago. He was a great guy."

Do I carry enough of him around inside me that, in a way, he lives on even today?

I'd like to think so, but I just don't know. And now, now I doubt that I ever will.

Wednesday, February 1, 2006
posted by dave at 12:30 AM in category comics

it's hard coming up with stuff sometimes

Tuesday, January 31, 2006
posted by dave at 12:47 AM in category comics

i got nothing

Monday, January 30, 2006
posted by dave at 12:01 AM in category comics

you just wait

Sunday, January 29, 2006
posted by dave at 4:05 PM in category comics

Duh

Friday, January 27, 2006
posted by dave at 8:18 PM in category comics

he didn't get the joke

Thursday, January 26, 2006
posted by dave at 11:36 PM in category comics

and she did, too

Wednesday, January 25, 2006
posted by dave at 7:59 AM in category comics

my apologies to that one straight guy named lance

Tuesday, January 24, 2006
posted by dave at 12:49 AM in category comics

who needs sleep?

Sunday, January 22, 2006
posted by dave at 10:56 PM in category comics

if only it was really that easy

Saturday, January 21, 2006
posted by dave at 1:57 AM in category comics

sometimes I cannot think of anything to put here

posted by dave at 1:26 AM in category comics

john ended up being that other guy

posted by dave at 12:11 AM in category comics

she is in denial

Thursday, January 19, 2006
posted by dave at 7:01 AM in category comics

go away

Wednesday, January 18, 2006
posted by dave at 2:31 AM in category comics

and that there was anything left

Tuesday, January 17, 2006
posted by dave at 7:17 PM in category comics

or maybe his sister

posted by dave at 7:10 AM in category comics, daily

Last night saw a bit of an historic happening for SassyGirl and I. When I'd first arrived at Rich O's, there was a hot girl there.

it was worth a shot

She ended up sitting out front and waiting for this Bill asshole.

When SassyGirl arrived, I asked her if the hot girl was still sitting out front. She said, "Yes, and she really is hot."

That, dear readers, was the first time in the two years that I've known SassyGirl when she's actually agreed with me about a girl's hotness. She usually doesn't like anyone that I find attractive.

I've always found this odd. Knowing me, and my own impossibly high standards, it always seemed to me that it should be the other way around. I mean, I should be the one dismissing her picks. But I don't. Usually if she thinks a girl is pretty then so do I.

Weird.

Not very interesting, perhaps, but weird.

Sunday, January 15, 2006
posted by dave at 12:10 AM in category comics, drink

like I care

And so began my Saturday night.

The rest of the night comes to you courtesy of my little notebook.

8:04
Rich O's is fucking crowded again. There's nobody here worth talking to. I'm outta here.

8:25
Buckhead's is out of Upland Chocolate Stout. It feels weird here without MixedSignalGirl. I'm outta here.

9:00
The Pub has Young's Double Chocolate Stout. Yay! I get one (275)! Yummy!

9:14
Fuck.

9:20
In here I'm the stranger. I wonder if the regulars hate me. I wonder if there are any regulars here.

9:22
This place is strange. Maybe I'll just have two.

9:30
This one chick is smoking a clove cigarette. It smells good.

9:31
The waitresses here are fucking hot.

9:39
there is something recursive about this

9:44
Fuck.

9:45
I order another Young's.

9:51
I get my beer (295). Finally.

9:55
Fuckity fucking fuck fuck.

9:57
I will not claim that the grapes were sour. The grapes were sweet and delicious.

10:00
Piss time.

10:07
Oh boy! The marines have landed.

10:11
I should have worn my Red Sox cap. Then I could have pretended that I was a tourist.

10:12
In a few minutes, I'll have a decision to make.

10:15
that was intriguing, but a little scary

10:19
Decision made. I'm outta here.

10:41
I arrive at Rich O's and take a piss.

10:42
I say hi to BamaCouple.

10:43
It's still fucking crowded in here!

10:45
I order a Piraat (135) and I sit in the red room.

10:48
There's a dipshit at the bar that I don't like, but I can't remember the reason. He's got a hot girl with him - maybe that's why.

10:51
Hey! That Russian chick with the cool hair is sitting at the other table. She talking to some dipshit.

10:53
RussianChick is drunk.

10:54
This one chick - the wife of one of the PBDs - is about a gazillionth as pretty as she thinks she is.

10:56
Fuck! I need to snap out of this mood I'm in.

10:58
Nice tits and a decent ass do not make up for having the face of a horse. Not with the lights on, anyway.

11:01
Girls with foreign accents are hot.

11:06
I'm moving to the bar. I don't know why.

11:15
My beer is gone. I'm outta here.

Saturday, January 14, 2006
posted by dave at 7:42 AM in category comics

blah

Friday, January 13, 2006
posted by dave at 7:55 AM in category comics

any other questions?

Monday, January 9, 2006
posted by dave at 11:58 AM in category comics

i am especially evil in bed

posted by dave at 11:52 AM in category comics

whatever

Thursday, January 5, 2006
posted by dave at 11:06 PM in category comics

aaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Tuesday, January 3, 2006
posted by dave at 7:22 AM in category comics

you know, for later

Sunday, January 1, 2006
posted by dave at 11:23 PM in category comics

yes, i'm being sarcastic

Saturday, December 31, 2005
posted by dave at 12:31 PM in category comics

Otherwise I might explode

Friday, December 30, 2005
posted by dave at 3:13 PM in category comics

Does anybody read these things?

Wednesday, December 28, 2005
posted by dave at 3:27 PM in category comics

It's Pat!

Whatever it was, it had a huge bladder. It never did go to the bathroom.

Sunday, December 25, 2005
posted by dave at 9:44 PM in category comics

next step: mock her mercilessly

Saturday, December 24, 2005
posted by dave at 1:22 AM in category comics

as it turned out, anyway

Thursday, December 22, 2005
posted by dave at 6:00 PM in category comics

they're the ones that smell good

Sunday, December 18, 2005
posted by dave at 1:38 PM in category comics

comic

comic

comic

Thursday, December 15, 2005
posted by dave at 5:30 PM in category comics

any more questions?

posted by dave at 7:27 AM in category comics

it is my fantasy after all

Sunday, December 11, 2005
posted by dave at 6:42 PM in category comics

this is not what really happened

Monday, November 28, 2005
posted by dave at 9:56 PM in category comics

they worship you as their god

Sunday, November 27, 2005
posted by dave at 6:29 PM in category comics

old enough to know better

posted by dave at 5:15 PM in category comics

not that there's anything wrong with that

Saturday, November 26, 2005
posted by dave at 7:11 PM in category comics

bored

posted by dave at 3:09 PM in category comics

Muhaha

Tuesday, November 15, 2005
posted by dave at 3:09 PM in category comics

goodbye cruel world

Monday, November 14, 2005
posted by dave at 9:49 PM in category comics

hey, it's more than my 3000th got

posted by dave at 7:43 PM in category comics

not funny, but at least true

Sunday, November 13, 2005
duh
posted by dave at 12:24 AM in category comics

duh

Saturday, November 12, 2005
posted by dave at 8:27 AM in category comics

November 12th. Again. The first, and the worst, of many days on November which suck ass. The Day Dad Died.

It's a pretty strange thing to realize, that I'm catching up with my father. Every November 12th I'm 365 days older, yet he stays the same. Eventually I might catch up with him completely, or maybe even surpass him.

Weird.

My sister always reads this every year on the 12th of November. I think she likes that it makes her cry.

Sunday, November 6, 2005
posted by dave at 4:06 PM in category comics

be afraid, be very afraid

Saturday, November 5, 2005
posted by dave at 12:54 AM in category comics

instigators

Friday, November 4, 2005
posted by dave at 12:16 AM in category comics

talks

Thursday, November 3, 2005
posted by dave at 6:20 PM in category comics

no fucking onions

Monday, October 31, 2005
posted by dave at 11:29 PM in category comics

moving

Sunday, October 30, 2005
posted by dave at 11:35 AM in category comics

impropriety

Monday, October 24, 2005
posted by dave at 6:49 PM in category comics

Stoopid

Yes, I really said this. And yes, I really thought it was a compliment at the time. What with horses being her favorite animal and all.

posted by dave at 6:39 AM in category comics, general

(UPDATE: I've added a new example, thanks to Sensorium for reminding me, and I've added comics! Everybody loves comics!)

Now I'll be the first to admit that I'm not perfect. I've screwed up many times in the past, and I'll screw up in the future. I fully expect that there will be times when a significant other will be upset with me, and that I'll either fully deserve or at least understand what's bothering her. And I'll probably apologize, and then we'll have make-up sex or something.

But sometimes, sometimes there can be no apology. How do you express regret for something that you never did? Consider the following:

The Misunderstanding
The other day VigilanteGirl and I had a misunderstanding over a potential date. I thought she was blowing me off by not answering my invitation, and she thought I was being an asshole by not following up on her acceptance.

Like I said, it was a misunderstanding. A communication failure. I simply didn't get her message. Once I realized this, I stopped being irritated with her. Once she realized this, she for some reason decided to stay angry at me.

The Misunderstanding

The Preemptive Pout
MixedSignalGirl was the queen of this. She'd imagine some time in the future when I'd anger her or make her sad, so to save time she'd just go ahead and get mad or sad right away. Asking a woman in this condition what's wrong will get you the standard "nothing" for an answer, but in this case it's actually true. There is nothing wrong, but there almost certainly will be at some point, so she's just beating the Christmas rush.

The Preemptive Pout

The Dream
Probably my favorite. This is where a woman is allowed to punish a man for something he did wrong in a dream that she had. In my life, I've been punished for everything from calling a woman fat to murdering and eating her parents, and for everything in between. Apparently my dream-self is a real asshole. But does he have to pay for his misdeeds? No way. I have to pay for them. Over and over and over.

The Dream

The Old Wound
This is when something you do reminds her of her last boyfriend, husband, or whatever. The only way to be sure to avoid this situation is to only get women by rescuing them from convents.

The Old Wound

So, what's a guy to do when faced with these situations?

Easy. You've basically got a free pass. You're already being punished, so you may as well earn it. Go out drinking with the guys all night. Eat a shitload of White Castles right before bedtime. Flirt with her sister. Call her precious poodle a yapping rat-dog. Give her something real to be upset about. You'll feel better, and she'll feel justified.

And then you'll have something to apologize for, and then you can move on to the make-up sex.

Saturday, October 15, 2005
posted by dave at 10:00 AM in category comics

yes man

Saturday, September 24, 2005
posted by dave at 1:46 PM in category comics

grumble

Monday, September 12, 2005
posted by dave at 8:39 PM in category comics

at work

Sunday, September 4, 2005
posted by dave at 1:10 AM in category comics

looking

Saturday, August 27, 2005
posted by dave at 10:50 AM in category comics, drink, pictures, travel

I ended up, as directed, going to Bloomington yesterday. I actually took a half day of vacation so I could get there early. This ended up being a good thing, but I'll get to that later.

During the drive up I ping-ponged between two thoughts.

First, I was a little excited to be doing this spur of the moment thing and following the sign I'd imagined getting on Thursday. I had no idea what to expect in Bloomington, but I figured it must be something interesting or I wouldn't have been led up there.

Second, I felt a little silly. I was basically driving up there because a coaster had told me to. I was also a little afraid that maybe I was missing something exciting and/or interesting at Rich O's. Of course maybe that's what the coaster was really trying to do - just keep me away from Rich O's for the night.

Those coasters, you never really know what they're trying to accomplish. They're sneaky and mysterious.

The first thing I did after I got to Bloomington was get a hold of my niece so I could check out her new dorm room. Here's a pic:

messy

Next I went over to the Upland Taproom. Here's another pic:

Upland Taproom

It's a smaller place than I'd imagined. It was also quite crowded especially when you consider I got there at 6:00. I noted the complete lack of a smoking section and grabbed a seat at the bar.

I told the bartender that I was looking to taste some beers and that the first thing I wanted to taste was their Chocolate stout. So she poured me a little sampler glass (4) before I could stop her. I drained that and asked for a 12 oz. glass.

Upland Chocolate Stout (16)

(draft) Incredible head and lacing. Had a strong coffee aroma but the flavor was an incredible blend of both coffee and chocolate. Very creamy and very yummy.

So this is now my favorite stout in the world, and I almost decided to just stick with it, but in the end I figured that The Coaster would want me to sample some other beers. So that's what I did.

Upland Bad Elmers Porter (32)

(draft) Had a very strong roasted malt aroma. The flavor was quite nice with roasted malt and a mild chocolate. A dry finish that made me want to take another drink right away.

Upland Valley Weizen (12)
(draft) Very fizzy but sweet. A mild banana aroma and flavor. Mouthfeel was fizzy wheat. There was a slight tartness to the finish. I liked this, but I've had better dunkels.

I'd actually drank, and rated, the Porter before, but I went ahead and updated my old rating because I like to think that my palate is a little more sophisticated now than it was back then.

During the time I was drinking my beers I found myself looking around, trying to figure out just what I was doing up there. The place was completely packed, but everyone was with their own little group. The only person I really talked to was the bartender.

cheesy

By the time I'd had my three beers it was only about 6:45. This is something I've noticed each time I've gone into a non-smoking bar. I drink a lot faster. Now some people might consider this to be a good thing but I'm such a lightweight that all it means to me is that my nights end early.

I ended up having a final Chocolate Stout (28) and starting back towards home a little after 7:00.

By the time I got back to New Albany it was only 10:30 so I (of course) went to Rich O's. I ordered a Smithwick's (460) and was just settling down on the sofa when something cool happened.

My friend Eric and his wife Terri came in!

So what had been slight disappointment from not having anything exciting happen in Bloomington turned into a pretty good mood by the end of the night.

Man, I've written this long rambling entry and I'm going to stop now. Nobody reads this far anyway.

Monday, August 22, 2005
posted by dave at 5:20 AM in category comics, daily

I dumped 43 5-gallon buckets of dirt into my hole yesterday.

So, for the moment anyway, it looks a lot less like a hole and more like a patch of dirt.

But let's hold off on the celebrations for a bit, okay?

Even though I piled dirt up to ground level, I didn't even come close to actually filling the hole. Here is a highly accurate (and to scale, and beautiful) view of what I'm talking about:

hole view

See, there's an awful lot of empty space that the dirt didn't get to. I'll have to wait for a good hard rain to cause the dirt to settle some more, then I can dump more dirt into the hole.

Gives me something to look forward to.

Saturday, August 20, 2005
posted by dave at 12:54 PM in category comics, daily, drink

I very nearly stayed home all night last night.

I wanted to go have a beer, but going to the dentist messed up my jaw. I was just in terrible pain, and could hardly move my mouth at all. That'll teach me to get a cavity in a back tooth. It's just too hard for the dentist to reach back there without nearly breaking my jaw to do it.

So by the time the Novocain wore off my tooth wasn't hurting at all, but my jaw was just killing me. I still wanted to go out, but first I had to eat something. I nuked some cheese bread and somehow managed to get it down by taking small bites and only using the right side of my mouth. It was still excruciating though.

I got to Rich O's a little bit before 10:00 and grabbed a seat in the living room area next to some people I don't know.

To drink, I had myself a Baltika "6" Porter. I cannot stress enough how much I like this beer. I may just marry it.

The people in the living room area kept trying to suck me into their conversation. I was in no mood for it, so I moved to the bar and began trying to decide what my next beer would be. I was leaning toward another Baltika but something even stronger might have helped ease the pain in my jaw, so I was considering some Belgians.

impact

What was left of me didn't even think. I got the hell out of there as quickly as I could.

Some people are just good. Some people will always be there for you when you need them. No matter how much pain you've caused them in the past. No matter how much pain you promise for the future. When you need them, they come through for you , no questions asked, and no expectations.

I'm not one of those people. I wish I was, and I'm closer to it than most people I know, but I'm not one of them.

Last night, when I left Rich O's, I went to see one of these good people.

I didn't have to say a word. MixedSignalGirl could see it in my face. She knew that I wouldn't just show up like that unannounced. She knew what had happened, and she pulled me to her.

Driving home this morning, I found myself wondering just what we'd done to deserve each other.

I must have done something really wonderful.

She must have done something terrible.

I will never understand what she sees in me. I will never be able to give her what she deserves. But I will also never forget last night, and I will be her friend for as long as she'll let me.

Saturday, August 13, 2005
posted by dave at 11:28 PM in category comics

woman repellant

Sunday, August 7, 2005
posted by dave at 3:02 PM in category comics

suspicious

posted by dave at 12:51 PM in category comics, ramblings

whatever

The mind is a funny thing.

And when I say mind I mean heart and when I say funny I mean stupid.

How quickly it forgets.

I can sit here and write about pain. I can talk about pain with my friends, my family. I know pain. I remember everything. But because I don't feel it anymore, it's become something else. Just a concept. Just a memory. It's not real anymore.

I read through my old entries and I try to imagine that pain. I try, in a way, to relive it. I try to feel that way again so I don't forget completely how fucking real it all was. So I don't unlearn the lessons I paid so much for.

This conversation last night surprised me. Scared me a little.

Is feeling pain really better than feeling nothing? Was I better off before than I am now? Is anything, even if it's bad, is anything better than nothing?

I don't think so. There are worse things than nothing. At least a part of me knows that. A part of me remembers, and that part of me screams out in shock and outrage when I make statements like the one I made last night.

I hear it cry out, but I don't feel its pain. I really wish I did. I really wish I felt something. Anything at all.

posted by dave at 1:34 AM in category comics, drink

surrounded

Saturday night was much more bearable than Friday had been. The place was only about half full, for one thing. For another thing, there were a lot of women. I actually think they outnumbered the guys for once.

RealTrainGirl was there so went spent the first part of the night bullshitting about various fluff. I had an NABC Cone Smoker (220) to start out. MusicalHippyDude joined us and the two of us waited very patiently for this girl in the red room to turn around or stand up so we could check out her front. RealTrainGirl kept telling us that it was a guy. RealTrainGirl needs glasses.

Let's see, DooRagGirl came in and after a short while her friend HatGirl joined us as well. I had myself a couple pints of Dave's Cherry Porter (60) while I did my best to keep my eyeballs in their sockets and my tongue off the floor.

RedRoomGirl did eventually stand up, and she was indeed cute, though way too tatted up for my tastes.

After RealTrainGirl left I stuck around and had a Guinness (660) then a couple of Diet Cokes to finish the night. I like sitting with women and joining, as much as I can anyway, in their conversations. Their perspective on life in much different than what I hear from most of my guy friends. Much more balanced.

Anyway, once all of the hot girls had left it was closing time so I left before the bartenders had to turn a hose on me.

posted by dave at 1:34 AM in category comics

crowded

Monday, July 18, 2005
posted by dave at 6:44 PM in category comics

gaping

Sunday, July 17, 2005
posted by dave at 8:22 PM in category comics

scary

Friday, July 15, 2005
posted by dave at 12:11 AM in category comics

sheep

Saturday, July 9, 2005
posted by dave at 8:51 AM in category comics

blur

Wednesday, July 6, 2005
posted by dave at 10:40 PM in category comics

tan

I tan fast, and I fade even faster. Kind of like some other things that I can't think of right now.

posted by dave at 7:13 PM in category comics

Just some alternative, and better, endings to the 2005 comic from Monday.

alternatives

Monday, July 4, 2005
posted by dave at 7:17 PM in category comics, ramblings

1955

The above illustrates some of the earliest advice my father ever gave me about women. The thinking was that I should be as nice as possible to all of the women I met. That way, even if they themselves weren't interested in me romantically, they'd be sure to know someone who might be. By being nice to all women I stood the best chance of getting a good recommendation.

Make sense, right? Wrong!

That scene may have been perfectly valid in the year 1955, when my father was learning about women as he fought off dinosaurs and stockpiled food for the coming ice age. But now, in 2005, here's what's much more likely to happen:

2005

I'm convinced that this is happening all over the world. Women today (and men too) are no longer looking for the one. They're looking for anyone. If they happen to find their true love and live happily ever after, then they got very lucky. And I hate them.

But most, like about 99.9999999999999% of us, don't get so lucky. We're just getting by, and we're usually pretty sure, deep down, that whoever is currently filling that romantic void in our lives will not be there forever.

So we start looking for the next victim, er, companion even while we're still with the current one. We'll set up a sort of batting order in our heads so we're always ready, so we're never alone.

Women have a much easier time of this than men do. Some women may disagree with that statement, but no man anywhere on Earth would disagree with it.

Men, in general, do get attached to one particular woman. Women, in general, get attached to the idea of being attached. So women generally have a much easier time moving on. Please note that I didn't say easy, I said easier.

I know I'm going to get flamed for this, but I think I'm right. And what's more, I had a long conversation with one of my ex-girlfriends about this the other night. Most of this stuff came from her.

And I know that there are many exceptions for every generalization. That's why it's called that instead of a certainty.

So where am I going with this? Oh, yeah.

The point I wanted to make here was the this could explain that curious phenomenon that men have been puzzling over.

When you see a nice sweet girl with a fucking asshole, it may not actually be because, deep down, women like assholes. It just might be that these jerks are the only ones left that haven't had a "reserved" sign hung around their neck by some other woman.

Read this carefully, guys - it may be important.

If I'm right, then the trick to finding a good woman is not to be too nice. If you're too nice, you're going to end up as somebody's fallback guy and you'll be lucky if you ever even get your finger wet.

Also, you can't be too much of a jerk, for more obvious reasons.

The trick, if I'm right, would be to just be of average niceness, but to be sure and be a prick every now and then too. You're not nice enough to really flash on anybody's radar, and you're not mean enough to get the wrong kind of reputation. Be quiet and mysterious. Be aloof but friendly. Walk that line.

You can be an asshole, but not so much of one that you seem incurable. You can be a nice guy, but not so nice that women start putting you into their batting order.

Hey, this could actually work!

Man I've posted a lot today.

Sunday, July 3, 2005
posted by dave at 1:52 PM in category comics, daily, drink

ouch"

So I went to this thing yesterday.

There was a lot of running. That's all I really want to say. I left at 6:00 and went to Polly's to eat something for the first time in 24 hours, then went home and slept.

After my nap I went down to Rich O's, successfully avoided the scene depicted above, and ended up sitting with PipeGuy and GrammarLady for a while. I hadn't seen these two in a while, and PipeGuy in particular seemed quite insistent on talking about you know what. I changed the subject as quickly as I could, but not before making sure that they knew that all of the things that they had imagined happening between her and me were just that - their imagination. Actually, theirs and about a million other people's.

After they left, DooRagGirl and FutureDude showed up.

I got the name FutureDude from an old Seinfeld episode, by the way.

I didn't drink anything worth noting last night. I think I was still reeling a little from the night before. Smithwick's and Spezial. Nice and tame.

FutureDude told me that my Monte Carlo doesn't really seem like a Dave kind of car. I'm not really sure how to take that.

I'm starting to feel another implosion coming on.

Thursday, June 30, 2005
posted by dave at 6:59 PM in category comics

the other extreme

Wednesday, June 29, 2005
posted by dave at 7:19 PM in category comics

sit and spin

Saturday, June 25, 2005
posted by dave at 12:27 AM in category comics

smile

Saturday, June 18, 2005
posted by dave at 5:20 PM in category comics

comic

Other than that recurring theme, it was fine.

We went to Buckhead's in Jeffersonville.

I had a blackened sirloin that, once I removed the eight pounds of onions it was buried in, was excellent. The fries there still suck though, and I should have remembered that and had a baked potato instead.

I also had a BBC beer that may be new. It was new to me at least:

Bluegrass Nut Brown Ale

(draft) Almost identical to Fat Tire ale. In other words, very drinkable. More of a session beer than anything else. I recommend this highly.

After lunch I went to give VigilanteGirl her Hard Rock shirt. Whatever had crawled up her butt last night seems to have gone away for she was not sniping at me today. We have half-ass plans to meet up at this bar in New Albany later, but history has shown that these little planlings never materialize into anything.

Monday, June 13, 2005
posted by dave at 11:37 PM in category comics

Guess which one is me.

Sunday night:

boner

Monday night:

fatgirl

Sunday, June 12, 2005
posted by dave at 12:01 AM in category comics

typical

I could have fun doing this shit.

Saturday, June 11, 2005
posted by dave at 11:55 PM in category comics

DooRagGirl told me about this comic style where you just used dots and didn't need any artistic abilities whatsoever.

No artistic abilities - Hey, that's me!

observance

mysterious gray box mysterious blue box mysterious red box mysterious green box mysterious gold box

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