Cartoons: Zits

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_Zits_ by Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman offers two bodyart-related comic
strips this week. One with Jeremy apparently contemplating a tattoo (or
at least holding a tattoo magazine) and another with his friend,
Pierce, concerned that he'll be perceived as a sellout for removing one
piece of jewelry in preparation for a job interview.

--
Curt
http://curtjame.com/

Curt James wrote:
> _Zits_ by Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman offers two bodyart-related comic
> strips this week.

Thinking of stealing another tattoo design?

Kavin

Kavin Taylor wrote:
> Curt James wrote:
> > _Zits_ by Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman offers two
> > bodyart-related comic strips this week.
>
> Thinking of stealing another tattoo design? What? From a cartoon or comic strip?

Of course.

Maybe a DooM demon. Or, say, the Pink Panther. Hmm? Any comment there?

It's been done. And other comic and cartoon characters have been
suggested. I used the RAB archives to gather the following. Enjoy!

Perhaps some might even think that Rocky and Bullwinkle or even Peabody
would... wear well. While someone else might say that Jerkcity, Bob the
Angry Flower, Olive Headed People, and Space Moose are... timeless.

Why, I'd go so far as to say that you can't leave out Ren and Stimpy
and Red Meat. Those must be worth tattooing on your body, right?

Wait. Nooooooo, that'd be stealing.

What about Garfield and Grimmy as suggestions? Betty Boop or Peanuts
(especially Snoopy or Charlie Brown trying to kick the football) or how
about the Sopwith Camel?

Still name an entirely original design. Go ahead.

> Kavin

--
Curt
http://curtjames.com/

Curt James wrote:
> Kavin Taylor wrote:
> > Curt James wrote:
CJ> > > _Zits_ by Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman offers two
CJ> > > bodyart-related comic strips this week.
> >
KT> > Thinking of stealing another tattoo design? What? From a cartoon
or comic strip?
>
CJ> Of course.
CJ> Still name an entirely original design. Go ahead.

Wow, your logic is astounding.

What is the word . . . oh yeah, justification.

"Your honor, I was the 15th to rape her, so since it wasn't an original
idea anymore, I shouldn't be charged."

And people using the dynamic Coke logo should not have been sued after
the first how many?

Kavin

Kavin Taylor wrote:
[...]

> Wow, your logic is astounding.
>
> What is the word . . .

Apparently, the word is "mangledellipsis." It's new. I'm a neologist,
pleased to meet you.

> oh yeah, justification.

FOR THAT, THERE IS NO JUSTIFICATION! See also:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ellipsis

> "Your honor, I was the 15th to rape her, so
> since it wasn't an original idea anymore, I
> shouldn't be charged."

Um, are you criticizing me for "stealing" the Calvin and Hobbes cartoon
for a tattoo? And are you furthermore comparing that act to
participating in some kind of multiple rape?

Riiiiight. And MY logic is astounding.

> And people using the dynamic Coke logo should
> not have been sued after the first how many?

Do you work for The Coca-Cola Company? Because I like Coke.

> Kavin

The polar bears and penguins really get me.

Aw, geez! SOME people just have no sense of fun:

http://islandofdoubt.blogspot.com/20...-penguins.html


--
Curt

Curt James wrote:
> Um, are you criticizing me for "stealing" the Calvin and Hobbes cartoon
> for a tattoo? And are you furthermore comparing that act to
> participating in some kind of multiple rape?

Forest. Trees.

Which do you see?

The devil is in the details for you, Curt. Sometimes we should just
look at the big picture.


Kavin

Kavin Taylor wrote:
[...]

> Forest. Trees. <snip>
> The devil is in the details for you, Curt.
> Sometimes we should just look at the big picture.

HA! :oD Whatcha trying to do, Kavin, fit as many cliches into one post
as possible?

> Kavin

Kavin, it simply goes against the grain for me to listen to anything
you have to say. Still, all things grow with love and perhaps I should
should you some kindness. Why, yes, forgiveness is as American as apple
pie. Don't you agree? Or am I talking to a brick wall?

I suspect you have an axe to grind. Oh, Kavin, you're often as clear as
mud and as cold as ice. Your posts use phrases that are, well, as
common as dirt.

Your silly namecalling is ineffective or do you think I'm as delicate
as a flower? Do you believe your words get me as hot as hell? No,
Kavin, they're as much use as a yard of pump water. Your well of
creativity has run dry apparently. Your wealth of imagination is sadly
as poor as dirt. Intellectually, you often seem as slow as molasses.

I guess I shouldn't beat around the bush or beat it into the ground
regarding how very silly you seem to me at times. Blustering as if you
have a bee in your bonnet. Otoh, your posts, I imagine are certainly
more entertaining, yes, what some would call better than a poke in the
eye with a sharp stick. And I'm betting the farm that if RAB was truly
between a rock and a hard place that you'd be there, as big as life,
with something actually ON topic bodyart.

Certainly, I hope I don't bite the dust before that actually happens.
Sadly, you seem to busy hunting your proverbial bear. I'd say you've
bit off more than you can chew. Let's just blame it on the rain. Yes,
Kavin, bloom where you are planted. It's a shame to blow hot and cold
in a bottomless pit somewhere beyond the bowels of the earth surviving
on the figurative bread and water and nothing else.

Shall we break new ground? Yes, bring on the sun, bright as a full moon
in broad daylight. A moon brought down to earth and as, uh, brown as a
berry that's, er, as busy as a bee.

What's that?

You'd like me to buy the farm?

That's just rude. Some would even go so far as to say it's caked with
mud. A statement made by someone who can't tell his ass from a hole in
the ground. Can't tell his ass from his elbow. And, yes, can't see the
forest or the wood for the trees.

Perhaps a carrot on a stick would change your attitude and make you
realize that I'm the cat's meow and that posting to RAB in a civil
manner while ignoring those patrons you don't appreciate as not being
caught between a rock and a hard place.

But I suspect you have a chip on your shoulder and are much more likely
to close the barn door after the horse escapes come hell or high water.


Other than tattoos and some piercings, it would seem that we have no
common ground. Comparing you to me is like comparing apples to oranges.


I'd like to think of myself as cool as a cucumber while you, certainly,
consider yourself to be the cream of the crop.

Kavin, it seems we're really covering a lot of ground.

Let me recommend you cultivate your garden rather than crying buckets.
Yes, it seems cut and dried.

The dead of winter is near and rather than dig in you should dig it!
Alas, you'd rather attempt to dig up dirt on me, thus digging yourself
into a hole as rudeness is dirt cheap.

What's that? You disagree? Why, Kavin, do I look like a turnip that
just fell off the turnip truck?

Don't bite the hand that feeds you.
Don't count your chickens before they hatch.
Don't have a cow.
Don't guild the lily.
Don't let any grass grow under your feet.
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Don't make a mountain out of a molehill.
Don't make waves.
Don't put all your eggs in one basket.
Don't put the cart before the horse.
Don't shit on your own doorstep.

Don't that just butter your grits?

Do you have grits where you live? (They taste good with Coke.)

Don't upset the apple cart.
Don't use a lot where a little will do.

Yes, well, I don't want to cover old ground.

I like to think I'm down to earth and that my humor can often be drier
than a burnt bush. Or dry as a bone. Yes, dry as dust.

Say, if anyone says you're as dumb as a stump or dumber than a bucket
of rocks, well, I promise I'll dust 'em up and dust 'em down. Yes, I'd
make 'em eat dirt.

Stay positive, I always say!

Yes, although some find great difficulty, why I think that happiness is
a choice and as easy as falling off a log.

Either you sink or you swim.
Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn sometimes.
Every cloud has a silver lining.
Every dog has his day.

(Woof!)

Otoh, every garden may have some weeds.
Every path has its puddle.
Every rose has its thorn.

No, let's stay positive and remember that every stick has two ends and
if you stay the course, well, you'll eventually be able to happily say,
"Everything's coming up roses!"

Kavin, have you ever posted an jpegs of yourself? Are you more

a) A feast for the eyes,
b) A feast for *sore* eyes,
c) Fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, or
d) Other?

Regardless, RAB is fertile ground although some say it's now flat as a
pancake and worthy of nothing more than a flood of tears.

Yet those tears may well make the flowers grow and, hey, flowers are
God's way of smiling.

So be that flower child, Kavin. Flower power.Yes, for thee the earth
puts forth sweet flowers and maybe a four leaf clover for all four
seasons.

So be lucky with your lucky clover and avoid getting hold of the wrong
end of the stick. Please get your feet on the ground.

Give a little, take a little.
Give and take.
Give ground.

Or, hey, go climb a tree on God's green earth.

Me? I'll go with the flow.

I've got options though:

I could be going to the waterhole.
I coulda gone to pot.
Or gone to seed.
I could even go out on a limb.
I could even go to seed.

Still, it's a good rule of thumb that a good year is determined by its
spring and that good fences make good neighbors while grass doesn't
grow on a busy street and, of course, the grass is always greener on
the other side or in other pastures.

I suppose this post will be more grist for the mill.

Nevertheless, I say one should grow where you are planted.

That's just a gut reaction which can often be as handy as a pocket on a
shirt.

Yup, I'm happy as a duck in water even though some might believe I
don't have a row to hoe.

That doesn't matter though. Friends are what matter and, hey, pal, if
friends were flowers, I'd pick you.

(cough)

If it ain't broke don't fix it.
If it's not one thing it's another.
If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, looks like a duck, it must
be a duck.
If you plant it they will come.

But it's important to remember that I never promised you a rose garden.

It's a dog eat dog world.
It's better to bend than to break.
It's not the heat, it's the humidity.
Keep you head above water.
Knock on wood.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
Let them eat cake.
Lie down with dogs and wake up with fleas.
Measure twice, cut once.
No use in flogging a dead horse.
One bad apple spoils the bunch.
One flower does not bring spring.
One flower does not make a garland.
One of these days is none of these days.
One rotten apple spoils the whole barrel.
One swallow does not make a summer.
Onions treat seven ailments.
Only the strong survive.
On middle ground.
Open up a can of worms.
Out with the old, in with the new.
Pin a rose on your nose.
A place in the sun.
Plain as water.
Plant kindness and gather love.
Play a harp before a cow.
Pull it up by the roots.
Put off the scent.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Putting it in a nutshell.
Putting the cart before the horse.
Put to bed with a shovel.
Rain, rain go away; come again some other day.
Raking in the dough.
Raking it in.
Rare as walking on water.
Read the tea leaves.
Red as a beet.
Rise and shine.
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
Root it out.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
A rose is a rose is a rose.
Rough as a cob.
Run to seed.
Salt of the Earth.
Save it for a rainy day.
Say it with flowers.
Schools out for summer.
Scraping the bottom of the barrel.
The scum of the earth.
The scythe ran into a stone.
The season of goodwill.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.
Seed money.
Shake like a leaf.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day.
The sharper is the berry, the sweeter is the wine.
She has a green thumb.
She's a mother hen.
She's a nut.
She's the apple of my eye.
Shit end of the stick.
Shit happens.
Shiver me timber.
The shoe's on the other foot now.
Sick as a dog.
The silly season.
Sitting on the fence.
Slow as a snail.
Slow as molasses in January.
Sly as a fox.
A snail's pace.
So hungry I could eat a horse.
Some like carrots others like cabbage.
Sour as a green apple.
Sow dry and set wet.
Sow much, reap much; sow little, reap little.
Spaceship earth.
Speak softly and carry a big stick.
Spill the beans.
Spring forward fall back.
Spring rain, Fall gold.
Spring to mind.
The squeaky wheel gets the grease.
Stand your ground.
A stepping stone to.
A stick in the mud.
Still water runs dirty and deep.
Still waters run deep.
Stir up an ant's nest.
Stone cold sober.
Stop and smell the roses.
Stop, look and listen.
Strong as an ox.
The stronger the breeze the stronger the trees.
Stubborn as a mule.
Stuck in a rut.
Sturdy as an oak.
The sun will shine into our yard to.
Survival of the fittest.
Sweating blood.
Sweet as apple pie.
Sweet as honey.
Take time to smell the roses.
Tall as a tree.
Tastes like chicken.
That's a real stem winder.
That's a whole new can of worms.
That's water under the bridge.
There is always next year.
There may be snow on the roof, but there's fire in the belly.
There's no time like the present.
They're like two peas in a pod.
Thick as a brick.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
This is for the birds.
A thorn in my side.
Through the grapevine.
Throw pearls before swine.
Till the cows come home.
Timber!
Timing is everything.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily.
To live from hand to mouth.
Too little too late.
Tools of the trade.
Top of the morning.
To rule the mountains is to rule the river.
Tossed around like a hot potato.
Treat him like dirt.
A tree does not move unless there is wind.
Turn over a new leaf.
Two peas in a pod.
Ugly as a mud fence.
Under the weather.
As uneasy as a cat near water.
Up a tree.
Up one side and down the other.
Useless as tits on bull.
Waking up with the chickens.
Walking on cloud nine.
Walking on thin ice.
Walking on water.
Want my place in the sun.
Water doesn't run uphill.
Watered down.
Water it down.
Water under the bridge.
The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.
Weed it out.
Weed out.
Weed 'um and reap.
We hung them out to dry.
Welcome to my garden.
We'll hand you out to dry.
We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Were you born in a barn?
What on earth?
What goes down usually comes up.
What goes up must come down.
What's done is done.
What's good for the goose is good for the gander.
When it rains it pours.
When pigs fly.
When the cows come home.
When we love - we grow.
When you get lemons, make lemonade. (When life gives you scraps make
quilts.)
Wait and see.
Watch and wait.
Wet behind the ears.
Where man is not nature is barren.
Which came first, the chicken or the egg.
Worked night and day.
Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow.
Wrinkled as a prune.
You can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink.
You can't squeeze blood out of a turnip.
You can't teach an old dog new tricks.
You feel like a fish out of water.
You have to separate the chaff from the wheat.
You never miss the water till the well runs dry.
You're all washed up.
Your ass is grass.
You're barking up the wrong tree.
You're in hot water.
Your name is mud.
You reap what you sow.
You say potayto, I say potahto.
You throw filth on the living and flowers on the dead.

And, yes, lost like a volleyball in high weeds.

There's just nothing new under the sun.

--
Curt
http://curtjames.com/

Curt James wrote:

> it simply goes against the grain for me to listen to anything
> you have to say.

And yet you write a missive in reponse to a post? That makes you a
maochist.

>Still, all things grow with love and perhaps I should
> should you some kindness.

Kindness is not the same as love. And the only kindness you can show
me (and the world) is to go away.

>Why, yes, forgiveness is as American as apple
> pie. Don't you agree? Or am I talking to a brick wall?

Are you asking for forgiveness from me? How about everyone you've ever
posted to?

And if you are talking about forgiving me, drop dead. I'm not asking
for forgiveness because in the case of responses to you, I have done
nothing wrong.

Kavin -- who barely scanned Curts boredom-induced, and inducing, post.

P.S. Curt: Why does Microsoft mark your geocities page as a suspected
phishing site?

Kavin Taylor wrote:
> Curt James wrote:
>
> > it simply goes against the grain for me to listen to anything
> > you have to say.

Kavin, Kavin, Kavin. You offered a cliche-ridden response. Hence my
"goes against the grain" reply.

> And yet you write a missive in reponse to a post?

Missive? It was a list of cliches. Easily Googled and then strung
together with some connecting words. See also:
http://www.gardendigest.com/cliche.htm

> That makes you a maochist.

What about Mao?

Nothing I write could be funnier than your typos, Kavin.

-=snip=-

> Are you asking for forgiveness from me?

I wasn't asking for anything, Kavin. I was enjoying myself while adding
to your list of cliches.

Hth.

[...]

> Kavin -- who barely scanned Curts boredom-induced, and inducing, post.

Cool. I hope you enjoyed yourself, Kavvy. It wasn't boredom-induced,
btw. Simply some copy/paste fun with, again, some connecting words.

[...]

--
Curt
http://curtjames.com/

<KavinTaylor@gmail.com> wrote in message
news:1164485734.838534.65420@h54g2000cwb.googlegro ups.com...
<snip>

Sometimes we should just
> look at the big picture.
>
>
> Kavin
>

And the big picture says that you and Curt should just get a room.

Hilly wrote:
> <KavinTaylor@gmail.com> wrote
> <snip>
>
> Sometimes we should just
> > look at the big picture.
> >
> >
> > Kavin
> >
>
> And the big picture says that you and Curt
> should just get a room.

Is he still in Atlanta?

KAVIN, YOU STILL IN ATL?

Was he ever in Atlanta?

I was there during the summer of 2004. Stayed at the Hilton. We did not
share a room.

Regardless, you're here, Hilly. Join the nice Thanksgiving thread. It's
civil. It looks pleasant. Enjoy! Or perhaps you'd like to contribute
some info or humor of your own. Otoh, maybe you have something else in
mind. Will you pull a Lubbert Das or will you contribute more than a
slam? I encourage you to offer something constructive, but, hey, I have
thicker skin than Kavin, I suspect. Aim your next salvo my way. ;o)

--
Curt
http://curtjames.com/

Curt James wrote:
<snip>

Curt, let me reiterate:

I think you should be dead.

You have nothing to offer anyone.

I do, truly, hate you. You are an example of the worst this world has
to offer. You will never, ever, understand how you have made this
world a worse place to live. You can talk of typos, but you will never
know what it is to be a writer. Or an artist. You are the palest gray
in what is a black and white world.

Anyone who has any respect for you should re-examine their life.

Don't speak of karma. I'm not joking. I really do believe the world
is much better off without you.

There are few people in this world who have reached this level of
hatred I feel for you.

Congratulations.

Kavin

Hilly wrote:

> And the big picture says that you and Curt should just get a room.

Great. Another short, fat chick that likes snakes.

Please tell me you're straight edge and make my day.


Kavin

Kavin Taylor wrote:
[...]

> Curt, let me reiterate:
>
> I think you should be dead.

Cool. Then allow me to offer my own (hopefully well in) advance eulogy
below. Thanks for the platform, Kav.

> You have nothing to offer anyone.

So, allow me to reiterate as well:

It reflects on you.

> I do, truly, hate you.

It's me. It's n-n-not you, Kavin. I'll just take my corsage and attend
the prom alone.

It's a beautiful corsage, too. The palest shade of gray.

(sigh)

> You are an example of the worst this world has
> to offer.

Really? Where's your world again? Because I always thought you lived on
Earth. My bad.

> You will never, ever, understand how you have
> made this world a worse place to live.

Probably not. Oh well!

> You can talk of typos,

Sweet. But I can't help but notice that you appear to have taken some
time to proofread your reply. Ah, I've made the world a better pla...
no, that can't be right. Never mind.

> but you will never know what it is to be a writer. Or an artist.

Funny, I get paid for both writing and creating art. In fact, I've
always been something of a writer and an artist, imo. Yes, ymm
certainly v.

My first dime earned was for a cartoon as a preteen. Ten cents for a
drawing of a horse, iirc. I won a $25 gift certificate to a sporting
goods store for my entry in a poster contest in junior high. Snoopy,
again iirc, and, yes, I think there was some writing involved, too.
(Although I never did ask Charles Schulz for permission to use his
character. The horror.)

A magazine sent me a ten-dollar check for my submission of a simple
letter to the editor. That was unexpected. I worked at a printing plant
upon graduation from high school. Sweeping and moving great stacks of
paper around with a lift truck, but they also asked me to do safety
posters for the plant. Text with cartoons. Writer. Artist.

Probably not lofty enough for some.

Started college as an English major and then changed my major to Art at
the encouragement of an art professor there. Contributed articles to
the student newspaper and also drew cartoons for the same newspaper.
Writer. Artist.

Oh, forgot the five years in the military. My job? Navy jounalist. But,
hey, it was only a certificate, right? Still, there was some writing
involved. During the certification at the Defense Information School
which had been located at Fort Benjamin Harrison in Indianapolis,
Indiana, I was asked to do at least one cartoon-covered bulletin board
and also drew for the DINFOS newsletter. Writer. Artist.

Served four years on a Navy destroyer where I was the ship's journalist
in addition to what seemed like a million collateral duties. Lots of
time, though, for articles and photographs of reenlistment ceremonies,
advancement celebrations, retirement events, port calls, and individual
personality features. Writer. Artist.

I've worked as a proofreader which can't necessarily be called writing,
however the make-up work using wax and razor blade to rearrange type is
what some would call a forgotten art in this digital age.

What have I forgotten? Meh.

Today, well, a week or so ago, actually, I began my fifth year as an
elementary school art teacher. No Pulitzers and no National Gallery
exhibits, but with thousands of bubble letters and cartoons of
SpongeBob (Shhh! Stephen Hillenburg doesn't know.) completed, well, I
absolutely consider myself a writer and an artist.

Forgotten! I used to publish (although at 25 cents a mini comic, I'm
not sure it can be called publish) "Amish Funnies!" which was popular
with the tourists who'd visit the Rockvale Square Outlets years ago.
And today, I draw the adventures of Quiet Man and Loud Man which is a
hit with the kindergartners. Afro Man is a frequent request as well.
Writer. Artist.

> You are the palest gray

Oh. Then I guess you really don't want the corsage, do you?

> in what is a black and white world.

Man, and I thought you were going to leave me without a single laugh,
Kavin. The world is not merely black and white. It's also every shade
of gray. Plus a rainbow of colors that you obviously fail to
appreciate. Pity.

> Anyone who has any respect for you should
> re-examine their life.

Again, it reflects on you.

[...]

Hey, Kavin, know one of my favorite bands? Metallica. Don't waste your
hate, pal. ;o)

--
Curt
http://curtjames.com/

Kavin Taylor wrote:
> Hilly wrote:
>
> > And the big picture says that you and Curt
> > should just get a room.
>
> Great. Another short, fat chick that likes snakes.

What's wrong with short and fat chicks?

What's wrong with people who like snakes?

> Please tell me you're straight edge and make my
> day.

And, yeah, what's wrong with avoiding drugs and alcohol?

But it's me. Gotcha, Kav.

> Kavin

Perhaps a better question: What's wrong with you?

--
Curt
http://curtjames.com/