Why the silence...

   I just haven't been able to bitch lately. Nor has it been easy to be happy. I'm simply disgustipated. I got really pissed, then depressed about the oil shit in the gulf. There's a seemingly endless variety of catastrophes occurring daily, and it's just a bit too much to take. Every time I start talking or typing about what is upsetting me, I get MORE upset...

Well, I'm NOT GONNA.

I will say this:
   I hope you oil-sucking faggots drown in petroleum. I hope your children get cancer in their ass because you fed them tainted fish. And MOST OF ALL, I want you to understand WHY you suck. The first two are a real possibility, but the last one? There's no hope for self-realization here. Idiots live idiotically, and die idiots.

So, fuck that.

   Instead, I'm going to play some video games (The Path), and watch my favorite shows (American Pickers, Pawn Stars, Ultimate Fighter), and ignore you fucking idiotic monkeys for a little while.

Nothing this week.
Next week, new show.

Check Yer Head...Comix, Episode 17: Check Yer Video Numero Dos (AKA: Check Yer Closet [AKA: Porno for Moonshit]).

You may have to download it.

   It's Friday, around 7 pm...central standard time...do you know where your beer is??

   This is only a test. Were it an actual episode, you would be advised to seek the nearest shelter, and await further instructions. Repeat: This is only a test.

   (EclipsespilcE is not responsible for anyone hearing the audio of this clip, and believing that you are watching online porn.)

...what IS in the closet???

Check Yer Head...Comix, Sour Sixteen

The Sound of One Hand Clapping.

   This is the first episode that wasn't published by the CBH crew.  For those that don't know (and, how could you possibly find this page withOUT knowing??), that stands for the Comic Book Haters, or Commentary By Haters, whatever you choose.  I miss those guys.  But, my aim is getting better, and I'll get 'em yet.  I suddenly had a picture of that scene in "The Jerk" where Steve Martin is working at the gas station, and a sniper is on the hill shooting at him, hitting cans of oil.  He yells "somebody hates these cans!"

   That had nothing to do with anything, just like this narrative.  Look, just shut up and listen to the damn show, already...you might not learn anything, but it's fun.  Kinda like America's Funniest Home Videos, without all the crotch shots.  Okay, it's ALL crotch shots.  Sue me.

Check Yer Head...Comix, Level 15

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