Tuesday, September 14, 2010

It's mean, I know

Bill Griffith used to do it- making perfectly good cartoons from snatches of conversations he overheard. Sometimes I think I'll explode. It's like that scene in Annie Hall where Woody Allen is stuck in line in front of some piss-ant spouting off about Marshall McLuhan. It's an involuntary response: the eyes roll back into the head on their own.


  1. Well, piss-ants spouting off about Marshall McLuhan and other piss-ants who think that Stephen King is Greaat Literature is what you get when you hang out in the Central West End, Dude.

    Find classier joints to drink in. Strip clubs in Sauget, Illinois, maybe.

  2. But that's where I hear the best stuff, man!