It's storming tonight so I thought I'd post a few things in case my computer is struck by lightning and in turn I receive super powers.

"So, gals. I say we finish our Oreos and Pepsi and give this lesbian
thing a try!"

This is easily my favorite comic book panel from any
comic ever published. The only way it could possibly be
any better is if it included the line, "Must be unfamiliar
the the smell of chloroform."

A NEW CHARACTER ON GAME OF THRONES!!! 

Lord Stark of City Mechtronica!  Wait until you see his army--
plus he's got a BEAST!

Who can argue with that?

A shadowy figure I wouldn't mind following me home.

When the mysterious ApeCrow sounds his fierce call, even the
bravest men shake in their boots. 

The best thing that ever happened to Tokyo insurance companies.

That damn bird is back again. Luckily it always
tends to grab the ugly babies, but we need to deal
with this eventually. 

Sure I bought stock in them. I figure either way the invasion turns out, I'm a winner. 

This is going to turn pretty ugly in a hurry. In fact, it already has. Blech!

"Oh, goodie! The drive-in in Peoria is still playing Looper!"

Funny stuff stolen from the comedic geniuses at Jest!

They've got huge stacks of side-splitting stuff over thereabouts. Check them out!

The roughneck rowdiness of Steve Huston.

For more of Steve's illustrations, click here!

I'm pretty sure this is how Charles Bukowski saw the world. 

Does anyone else smell old gym socks? I do.

I'm sure the young lady is posing but she does look as though
she fell out of the balcony.

Even Huston's women look tough enough to kick my ass.

I don't know what she's doing and frankly I don't care. 

Guy pulling a rope or wire. Whichever it is, he's doing a fine job.

Ugh! Manual labor. 

A profile of pugilism ruined by the painter's nephew running into frame. I hate that kid.

Ack! More manual labor. I need a fresh can of Dr. Pepper but I'm too lazy to go to the kitchen.

Either the painter had a stroke while painting this or the boxer hits hard enough to unravel his gloves.

Thank God the working dudes are going home. They were making me feel guilty. Hmmm. My
Dr. Pepper is still empty. I should get off my lazy butt and buy one of those little refrigerators I can
tuck under my desk. 

My favorite of the lot. I'm sure the painter will be thrilled to hear the news.

Blech! This sport totally lacks in personal space. I only let my wife get this close once a year on my
birthday. 

Hey! Come on, guy. I'm trying to run a family place here. Cover that thing
up, would you? Ach! Now my new Dr. Pepper tastes all funny.