Space Pirates Ltd.

A new and refreshing comic done by Dan Delaney and sometimes some other people who give him ideas but mostly him.

Nothing infuriates me more than the Hard Rock Cafe. A true king of the “crap-on-the-wall” restaurants, this franchise uses precious rock and roll memoriablia to sell their american themed cuisine.

OH GOOD! I want to buy a hamburger for $9.00 JUST BECAUSE it’s named after Steven Tyler. I want to feel his juicy lips between my molars as I savor the fast food grade meat slide down my throat. Yes! Tell me about the different types of drinks that you named after the Beatles! What’s that you say? I can get a Ringotini? Vodka or gin? Oh it doesn’t matter! Here’s my wallet, take all the cash and credit cards and my social security number and my school picture from 12th grade.

Wow, I sure am impressed with what you did to the place. Look at all this spectacular horse shit from the 1980’s! David Lee Roth wore that leotard? No kidding? Hey let’s plop my fatso 2 and half kids family right in front of the article of clothing Roth wore while fucking thousands of dumb hair metal sluts!

What’s that son? You want to be a rock star when you grow up? Well, if you do make it in that business, the real glory isn’t in how many records you sell or how many of your peers respect you. Nope, the real winners auction off their musical instruments to faceless coprorations! If you’re lucky, they’ll name the quesadillas after you. Now if you made it that far son, I’d be very proud of you. Then again, if you were selling your inventory of useless crap to make money, you’d probably be using that cash to buy heroin. But that’s ok! You’re a rock star!

GRAAHHHHHHHHHH

After a night of vodka fueled board games, Ethan lays at my feet (in my sleeping bag) while I use a lady friend’s laptop to check my sites. Half asleep, we find the focus of this breif web study ranting and raving about our favorite internet medium: blogs.

Me: “Hey, did you see her blog?”

Ethan: “Yeah, I read it, but it sucked.”

Me: “What do you mean?”

Ethan: “Well, when I find a person’s blog, I ctrl-F for my name. If nothing shows up I stop reading.”

Me: “That’s pretty sick. You’re a sick fuck. You gotta read everything so you know how the person thinks.”

Ethan: “I don’t have any time to read all those goddam words”

Look for big changes for the site. BIG changes. We’re using Wordpress now, and the board had a new theme. We’re also hosting ourselves.

Um… Ginger…