I’m walking around slowly in a macaroni and cheese-induced haze right now. But I also went to re-upp my life insurance today, which means I have to have an examination of some sort, so my arteries are good and clogged with[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
When I was a teenager (many video game systems ago), at some point in our local mall, they decided that they weren’t making enough money off of our collective consumerism. So, to offset… what, the Pretzel shop? Chess King? Whatever…[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I have a tendency to write while hungry. It’s not really my fault… I just always want to eat. And nap. And make gurgling noises. I find them comforting. I mean right now, I’m sitting here, half-awake, eating some M&Ms,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
There’s a certain prize you earn by being the guy who sets up the web site, does the three-times-a-week posts, and maintains the blog. And that prize is this: Happy Birthday,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Baujahr’s punchline today is dedicated to my mother. Every bad pun I’ve ever made or written, I think, is dedicated to my mom. The urgency to find one’s pants, though, is dedicated to a New Year’s Eve party I went[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
You’d think I’d have some excuse about it being my birthday yesterday (blatant plug for my getting older!) as to why today’s strip is so blasted late. But the reality is, it was beyond my control this time. I was[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Poor, poor “The Drip.” We hardly knew ye. All this time, I thought that little green ball of spite in the hat’s name was Baujahr. Now I have to go and change all he comic banner-heads, adjust the web site[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
*CHOKE*
I have never personally faced a drizzling wrath before. And I’m perfectly content with that. I would really like The Drip (our watery, if misguided, protector) to come over and shampoo my carpets. And maybe wash the Focus. Although[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Jeff, I’m not 100% sure this is a “super guy” at all, since I don’t see underwear outside his pants. What? That’s not how it works any more? Man, I’m old… Hey, look! There’s that oddball second name under[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
