Today I was feeling a little bit ‘snacky’ and so I decided to go with what looked to be a healthy purchase. The Zachee “Almond & Blueberry Raw Fruit & Nut Bar” ended up being my two dollar choice. The package had a nice inviting blue color with green text and a leafy looking transparent cut-out that told me all kinds of lies about what I was about to eat.

The first and worst lie of the bunch (yes – there were probably a bunch of lies – but we are focusing on this main one) was that the product that I had just purchased would – indeed – be edible. It was not. Unless you count things like sticky cardboard, rotten egg shells or liquefied garbage rinds as being edible – which – I guess – they kind of are . . . because realistically – you can eat them . . . but – ew – right?!

Inside of the package was a brown extrusion with almond bits sticking around here and there. There was no smell to note. There was a definite tingle of magic potential hanging in the air.

When I took a bite – I immediately had to put my hand to my mouth in order to keep my tongue from forcibly ejecting my expensive little morsel of yuck. I had many more unbearable bites to go . . . it was like some sort of twisted penance that I was making myself go through to make up for some bad thing that I had done in the world – or something.

I suppose that my big last word on my experience with the Zachee bar is to run out to the store and buy up all that you see – and then throw them into a dumpster before anyone else has the unfortunate enough luck to unknowingly unleash the “ugh” that is inside.

Here is a tip for you and yours.

You know when you hop into a freshly made bed all excited and then find torment and tightness when you jam your feet towards the – uhm – foot of the bed?

Well – all that you have to do – when you make the bed – is leave  a little pocket of sheet down at the bottom – down there – and boy – but – your feet will totally be thanking you.

No joke here – this is for serious. I’m not sure where I heard it – was it you Martha – or you Oprah – I just can’t say (mostly because I honestly can’t remember) – but what a tip . . . what a great life changing tip it is.

And I’m gone.

After a one week absence – in which a cartoon about some pants really stole the spotlight – there is a new comic on the main page – so go and check it out!

Or – if you missed the quirky adventures from two weeks ago then go to the archive to catch up!

This weekend – I remade 29 of the old strips to get them all nice and pretty for the archive – and have about 20 more to go before I can put them all up.

Why did I have to remake them? Because for some reason – they were in all kinds of different formats – and it seemed easier to get them all in line before unleashing them back into the wild.

Why not just put the 29 up that I did this weekend so as to give myself a sense of accomplishment – while also giving you guys a bit of background as to what in the world is going on in the strip? Well – that is because – I am not the best at filing things – and they are kind of all out of order – and I am still looking for a few that I know are around – and I want to get them all in order.

So – there you have it. I am totally to blame for the archives not being up – but am working diligently on getting them up.

Of course – once they are all done – I need to figure out a nice way to present them – and have had no luck with that so far . . . ugh . . .

So – this is Shirtsy. He is – evidently – a shirt that has some legs (for mobility) and a really big face (proportional to his shirt body – that is).

He was made as a favor for a friend of mine’s website and at one point – he had little arms (I was of the opinion that his sleeves were ears) . . . but the decision was made to surgically remove his arms and then to enact a much more subversive procedure and turn what were hie ears (his sleeves) into . . . hold your breath here . . . his arms.

The operation was a complete success – and I think that the rehabilitation period is almost over. He had to learn to use his ears as arms . . .

He is a good times loving – fun times having kind of shirt – and while he isn’t actively looking to date – I would guess that he wouldn’t be at all against it if some fetching lass wanted to go out for a night on the town with him.

He is a shirt

His name is Shirtsy.