So…

What did everyone think of the comic strips yesterday?

Granted, a few of them were very Angi-centric, but hopefully there was something in each of them you guys could relate to and find humorous. And if there wasn’t, well…sucks to be you!

I’m sorry. That was mean. I guess I’m just cranky because I haven’t had any caffeine yet and I’m suffering through a comic strip hangover. I’ve never had tequila, but I can’t imagine its aftermath compares to how you feel after looking at comic strip characters for 2 1/2 straight days.

If you had a favorite comic, do feel free to share it in a comment below. Hopefully the one where Barack decapitates the cartoon version of me isn’t the most beloved one. That would kind of give me a complex, people.

11:41 AM

The “St. Patrick’s Day Pot Luck” (emphasis theirs) lunch at my work is going on as we speak.

(You are talking to me through your computer screen right now, right?)

Our entire building smells like…well, I can’t even describe it. It smells like an odd combination of cabbage, vegetable beef soup and tacos. I assume (hope?) this means cabbage, vegetable beef soup and tacos are among the food items on today’s menu.

I didn’t bring a $5 donation and I didn’t bring any food with me, so technically I shouldn’t participate in the lunch.

Of course, I do have packets of soy sauce, Chinese hot mustard and light mayo in my desk drawer I could bring…

12:40 PM

Okay, so I kind of have a confession to make. There are more comic strips I created over this past weekend than the ones I published yesterday. You guys had been beaten over the head enough with cartoons, I thought I’d give you a break.

Well, break is over! Here is one of the previously unpublished comics. Bwahahaha.

1:32 PM

As luck would have it, they had so much food for the pot luck that they began recruiting those of us who hadn’t eaten to come eat some of it.

To recap:

• I did not give a $5 donation.
• I did not bring any food dishes of my own.
• I got to eat anyway.

And to think…some people actually scoff at my frugality.

2:35 PM

This one goes out to the LOST fans in the audience.

3:02 PM

I can’t help but notice the obscenely low number of comments I’m getting today. And it’s not like people are reading this live blog of mine and choosing not to comment — according to my traffic software hardly anyone is even reading it.

Did all of you forget to wear green today for St. Patrick’s Day? Are you having to fend off people trying to pinch you every ten seconds?

If so, do what I do: Say “It looks like you brought a pinch to a slap fight” and then knock the living stew of the person with your hand.

Believe me, it works.

3:35 PM

Here’s another one for the LOST fans in the crowd. What’s funny about this one is it’s precisely how things would go down.

4:08 PM

This has been an eerily quiet day. One of my co-workers left the company and moved to Florida last week. One of my other co-workers is out sick today. My immediate boss left around noon because he was sick. His boss is out all week for vacation.

If not for Mr. Scott Weiland and my iPod, it’d be so quiet around here that I would be able to hear myself slowly dying.

What does it sound like? It sounds like a tiny voice screaming “heeeeelp.”

I’d mock myself for having such a weak-sounding voice, but I like myself.

4:34 PM

This is the last LOST comic strip for today. I promise.

5:13 PM

Okay, I’m calling it. I’m pulling the plug on this live blog.

Time to put it out of its misery. I’m going to grab my shotgun and take it behind the shed. It’ll be a quick death…unless I miss my target. Gosh, that would be bad. My live blog would be yelling in agony for several moments until I could get off another shot. Lord help me if I miss the second time, too. I’d be out of bullets and would be forced to beat my live blog with the butt of the shotgun.

But what if the shotgun breaks? What would I do then?? Gosh, I didn’t think this through at all. What to do, what to do…

Oh! I know.

All I have to do is stop typing.