This is very similar to the conversation I had with the guy who called me – while I was at my day job, when he had to google me to find my cell phone number. Leaving aside his professionalism (or[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I don’t have a Tyrant in my corner. Fortunately, I have an agent, and I referred the fellow who called me to my agency. He proceeded to call and scream at them for awhile and accused one of them of[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This is a fictionalized version of a phone call I received back in early June. Any resemblance to real people and situations is totally coincidental. Really.
Would you admit if you were in charge of this band of yahoos?
If you’ve been reading this strip for awhile, or even since the beginning (way back on May 1, 2006), you’ll know that weird things happen when the doorbell rings.
Hope springs eternal.
Not only is being beautiful a superpower, TigerGirl has mastered it.
Sometimes being beautiful is enough.
“Pwnage” is leetspeak for being owned, which is what happens when you are the target of a great burn.
“The Sweatband of Observational Brilliance” is Dungeons-‘n’-Dragonsese for “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”