Saturday, March 31, 2018


I rarely post things on Facebook. When I would post something, no matter what it was, friends would get into arguments with me. I am no longer friends with those people but I just don't want to deal with the hassle. So I could be considered the perfect Facebook friend. I don't post anything and I don't comment anything but I could see how, if you didn't like that, you might unfriend me.

Friday, March 30, 2018

Tchaikovsky's Fifth, Ketel One, Same Thing

I'm more of a Mozart person. Going through the samples of Tchaikovsky's Fifth, it sounds like the incidental music in a horror movie that uses too many jump scares. Maybe that's what has propelled this symphony that Tchaikovsky himself said was a failure into one of his most popular.

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Gah, Sports

I don't understand anything about today's strip. I know what all these words mean but I don't understand why anyone would want to do any of it. Someone in the comments of today's strip said today was historic because it's the earliest season opener ever, all the teams get to play, and it's on a Thursday. None of that is historic just like no one gives two poops about when they moved the Super Bowl to a week later.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Has He Been Standing There All Morning?

I scream that every morning when I wake up only it's to President Trump.

This back and forth between Brutus and Veeblefester seems to have become a hostile work environment. I know what I would do if my boss screamed at me every morning when I came in for no reason at all but what do you do when the boss is the CEO?

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Mentor? I Hardly Know Her!

I always figured that mentors should be older than you because of their knowledge, experience, what-have-you. I estimate that Veeblefester and Brutus are about the same age so Brutus needs to find a different mentor or, if I can suggest, none at all. You are a 50-year-old man. You don't need a mentor.

Monday, March 26, 2018

Mother Looks Older Than Usual

Oh. My. Glob. Mother Gargle has her own little Tweety Bird. I've never been so excited to possibly add a new character to the labels and I hate adding new characters. Here's hoping there are some good storylines between the bird and Kewpie or maybe Hurricane Hattie has a cat that she can bring over. Either way, the bird will be trained to poop on Brutus' head.

It should be known that Tweety is my least favorite Looney Tunes characters and that includes late-comers Cool Cat, Bunny and Claude, and Merlin the Magic Mouse.

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Kid Eternity #4

Cory, Erin, Izzy, and Chase stared at the all-black figure standing in the blown-out wall of the hospital room. “I am Kid Eternity and I am going to destroy the false ringbearer!” it shouted as it glared at Cory.

“Seriously?” Cory asked. “I just came out of surgery. Can this wait a week or so?”

“Sepulchre thought destroying the Yongheng Temple would end having a ringbearer. Clearly that didn’t happen. Sepulchre created me in order to finally rid the world of a ringbearer,” the shadowy Kid Eternity explained. “Enough talking. Welcome to die,” he flew toward Cory but was blocked by a clear shield. He ran into it hard, cracking the shield, and fell to the floor.

“Yoshi,” Cory exclaimed.

“I got here just in time. I grabbed your ring for you. Thought you might need it,” Yoshi tossed the ring to Cory who put it on.

“Thanks. What is this thing?” Cory slowly got out of bed and had the ring change his hospital gown into something more comfortable.

“It was created by Sepulchre from darkness and nothing. I’m not sure what he plans to do with it,” Yoshi said.

The dark Kid Eternity stumbled back to his feet.

“I just wish Sepulchre would face me on his own. We can kill each other or not and we can get on with our lives,” Cory gave a little stretch then grabbed his side where his stitches were. “Ow. Can I have a rain check on a fight? Maybe when I’m feeling a hun…” the dark creature quickly jumped onto Cory and began striking Cory repeatedly. “Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow,” he said. He used the ring to push the dark Kid Eternity off of him and attempted to pin him underneath a rock creation.

“Are you okay?” Izzy asked.

“Everything hurts,” Cory creaked. “This has to end because I don’t think Dark Kid Eternity--Bizarro Kid Eternity?--will stop at me but try to kill all of you, too.”

Using the ring, Cory created some armor to cover his body and protect his wound. He launched himself at the Dark Kid Eternity and threw it at the hole it had made in the wall. He then flew into it at full strength and they slammed into the pavement below.

A sharp knife-like thing shot out of Cory’s fist and he began stabbing the Dark Kid Eternity repeatedly in the chest, neck, and face.

“Can’t you help him?” Erin shouted at Yoshi. “I thought you were in control of all time.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Yoshi muttered.

The hitting and the stabbing stopped. Cory stood up. “Nearly had to cut his head off but I stopped him. I know that I’m supposed to stay here overnight but I just want to go home.”

It was nearly two hours before Cory and Erin arrived home. Cory took off the ring and collapsed into his bed.

Several months had passed. Cory hadn’t put on the ring since the night of his appendectomy. School had let out for the summer and Izzy was going to a camp for the first month.

“I’m going to miss you,” she said to Cory.

“I’m going to miss you, too,” they held hands and then gently kissed.

“I could always stay or even just leave tomorrow,” she said.

“No, you couldn’t. You already paid for your ticket. You are going to have so much fun over the next month. Make sure you write,” Cory softly placed his hand on Izzy’s cheek.

“I will. You and Chase have a good summer.”

They kissed again, more passionately this time, then Izzy boarded the train. Cory watched the train although he didn’t see Izzy. When the train was out of sight, Cory left the depot. The train raced through the countryside. Izzy wasn’t watching everything to by, she was leaned back in her seat with her eyes closed listening to music.

The train continued on. Miles from anywhere, the train hit a slight buckle in the track and tipped over. It crashed hard on the ground and slid several hundred feet before landing still in a ravine.

This is a variant cover to the upcoming Action Comics #1000 by Dan Jurgens and Kevin Nowlan. Jurgens is one of my favorite writer/artists of Superman, being a regular on the character from 1990 until 1999 and then again in 2011 and 2016 until this year. I guess we're not acknowledging the electric blue Superman phase from 1997.

I'm looking forward to Action Comics #1000. As a Superman fan, I'm glad to see the character being treated with a bit more respect than had been offered to him over the last ten years or so. Maybe modern day writers are finally starting to figure out how to write decent Superman stories.

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I thought Wilberforce was ready for hockey. You know, Wilberforce is terrible at every sport he attempts but he continues to stick with them, not giving up, no matter how much the coaches try to discourage him. Good for him.

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Hockey Too many hits with that stick or the puck or something. Wilberforce--and likely Chip--seem to be a Pittsburgh Penguins fan. I do like that logo although I'm a New Jersey Devils fan, if I were to ever root for a major league ice hockey team anyway. What's funny is that Chip made the penguin friendly than the penguin actually is in the logo.
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Cemetery Saturday: Bauer Cemetery

Located about a quarter mile west of Shawnee Heights High School, Bauer Cemetery is located on the western edge of what used to be the town of Watson.

Adam Bauer came to Kansas in 1854 and settled on the land that now contains the Shawnee Heights complex. He donated a piece of his land for a cemetery and another piece for a church. Sadly, Bauer's wife, Julia, was an early burial in the cemetery, her passing away in 1877. The Bauers and their six children lived in a one-room cabin until the children moved out and Adam moved to Topeka. A house was built on the land by Charles Bauer and, piece-by-piece, the other children sold off their portions of the family land and moved away. Adam died in 1900 and was buried in Bauer Cemetery.

The Bauer cabin was moved to Gage Park in Topeka and then it was dismantled and rebuilt at Ward-Meade Park as part of Old Prairie Town.

Friday, March 23, 2018


I'll be honest with you, I could not think of anything to say about yesterday's strip except "I need to remember that next time I am up for a raise." Then I did things around the house and blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda and suddenly it was midnight. I am a little saddened to see that today's strip... a continuation. Interestingly, the only remark I have about this strip is: "What void?" "Well, the one that seems to have materialized in your office."

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Wednesday, March 21, 2018

What I'm Funding Is Literally In the Website Name

Sorry, guy, but Brutus is a little strapped for cash this month due to some sort of furnace issue so he doesn't have the money to I know that people do crowdfund themselves but are people this blatant about it?

I mean, I want you to help support my writing and research either through Patreon or Ko-Fi or by some other means but I save those requests for here or the occasional social media post.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Birdies Are In the Air

Oh good. Spring is coming so we're going to start seeing a lot more golf comics. I am so happy. So very, very happy. Luckily we don't see Brutus look anything like this:

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Monday, March 19, 2018

The Second-In-Command To Tea Cozy Magnates Are Hurting Too

Millions of Americans are one paycheck away from living on the street. Most people are already saddled with thousands of dollars in debts whether it's student loans, mortgage, auto loan, credit cards, or what have you. Only 39% of Americans say that they could cover a $1,000 medical or household problem. And no one who has the power to change that cares.

Anyway, to help bring in extra money this month, Gladys will have to take a second job stripping working fast food.

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Sunday, March 18, 2018

Supercomics #11

“The All-American Corps?” Alix sneered when Dmitri told them the team’s new name.

“This was the least offensive name on the list the Pentagon gave me,” Dmitri shrugged. “They acquiesced on everything else you requested. The name shouldn’t be that big of a deal.”

“It’ll be fine, I guess,” Alix said. “Who are the new people?” Alix thumbed to two women sitting in the back.

“Since we’ve lost America, we recruited two people that we’ve been watching for awhile. If you two would introduce yourselves.”

The older of the women stood up. She had long red hair and big glasses. “I am Jean Senne, or Fire, for obvious reasons,” she raised her arms up over her head and flames appeared underneath. “I can shoot them, glide, and encase myself for protection.” Jean extinguished the flames and sat back down.

The younger girl stood up. She looked Asian but spoke with a British accent. “I am April Weatherby or, Chimney Girl,” she put on the top hat she had on the table in front of her. From the top, it started smoking.

“Do we really need another smoke-based team member?” Alix asked and went to clap Vanessa on the back but stopped halfway through.

“I’m more than just smoke,” she said. “Come here,” Alix shrugged and went over to her. April’s skin turned into brick and she threw a punch at Alix. Caught off-guard, Alix went down.

“All right. I stand corrected,” Alix said and looked at April as her skin went back to normal.

“The Pentagon agreed to move us out into the world. You can come and go as you please. We will give you communication bracelets if we need you and you are encouraged to be a contributing member of society,” Dmitri said.

“We can have a life now?” Miguel asked.

“And friends?” asked Brandon.

“Don’t thank me,” Dmitri held up a hand. “You can thank your new All-American Corps leader, Alix ‘Superkitten’ Kincaid.”

Alix’s mouth dropped. Miguel slammed his hand down. “What? How?”

“Matthew--America--recommended her when he left. She showed great leadership and heart during the wrath of Kon. He agreed so I decided to take a chance and let her show us what she can do.”

“But I’m older. I’ve been training and learning to be leader for two years,” Miguel said. “No offense but Matthew only recommended her because they were sleeping togeter.”

The team gasped. Jean and April looked embarrassed as they looked at Alix. “Matthew didn’t mention any of that. We talked about her leadership and self-sacrifice during the last few missions and how her powers are more conducive to a leadership role,” Dmitri explained. “If you want to talk more about this, we can go to my office.”

“No,” Miguel stood up. “I’m gonna go be a contributing member of society,” Miguel walked out of the room.

“Sorry about that. Meeting’s over. You’re dismissed.”

Everyone got up and began leaving. Brandon walked up to Dmitri. “Dmitri, how long have you been holding onto that ‘wrath of Kon’ bit?”

“Quite a while. I’m glad someone noticed.”

The Corps had been set up in an old brick school building that had been abandoned for about a decade. It was a three-story school with one floor at ground level and partly underground. The lower level had been rehabilitated into an armament and database library. The second floor, the one everyone entered the building to, became apartments and offices for the team. The third floor was the new training facility.

They were now headquartered in Phillipsburg, Maryland, a small town in western Maryland. The original plan was to locate in Baltimore or Alexandria or somewhere around D.C. but Dmitri wanted a smaller city where the team could stand out and help out. Agent Spider stood out on the balcony on the third floor and looked out over the city. There were no buildings for him to swing around on. The tallest building was a grain elevator near the river and the water tower, the next tallest thing was a five-story hotel downtown. There weren’t any buildings tall enough to swing around on in D.C. either but he was ready for big city work.

He jumped off the balcony and shot some webbing toward a church tower that was down the street. He landed on the top of the church tower and looked out over the city again, not being able to reach the next tallest thing, the hotel. Agent Spider was originally from New York City. When he was growing up, the streets were his playground despite his parents being worried about something happening to him. When he discovered his powers, the buildings became an endless jungle gym in his playground.

He sat down on the edge of the church tower and sighed. In the distance, he heard the squeal of tires and kids scream. He looked around to find where the noise was coming from then saw a car racing down Park Street. He jumped off the tower and shot webbing as best he could through the trees to swing over to the street.

The car hopped the car and tore through the park. The car was aiming right for a little girl playing in a sandbox. Agent Spider swung as fast as could underneath the trees. He grabbed the girl just as the driver of the car yanked the steering wheel to the left. The car started to turn but flipped over three times, landing on its roof.

“Are you okay?” Spider asked the girl.

She nodded her head.

“Why don’t you run home? You’re okay,” he put her down on the ground and she started running. Agent Spider went over to the car and opened the door. “What are you doing?” he shouted as he bent down.

“What do you think?” the man driving slurred.

Agent Spider flipped the car back onto its wheels. The man unbuckled and attempted to get out of the car. A police siren could be heard approaching. Agent Spider grabbed the man by the shirt collar. “Why are you driving while drunk?”

“How else am I supposed to get home?”

“Get a ride from somebody. Walk. It’s a small town, you can get across town by foot in fifteen minutes. You nearly killed a little girl.”

“I tried to miss her,” the man tried to shrug.

“But you wouldn’t have. Not if I hadn’t been here,” the police showed up and an officer stepped out. “I oughta break your face but I guess I’ll just give you to the cops.” He threw the man onto the ground.

“What’s going on?” the officer asked.

“This drunk hopped the car and nearly drove into a little girl,” Spider said then swung off back into the trees.

Hattie Shave Club

Since about 2002, I have been wanting to write a book about the family that included their history but also the history of that part of Douglas County which, to me, is vastly overshadowed by the history to the north in Lawrence and Lecompton but is nonetheless important. I've been in touch with other people who have been able to piece together more of the Miller family history and I feel that I am now in a position to start on the book and close the rest of the gaps that I have. Keep your eyes open for updates here and on Patreon.

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I find it hard to believe that Hurricane Hattie hasn't seen Brutus with beard stubble before. I mean, she's over at their house 7, 8 times a week and usually talking with Brutus. At least Brutus can tell Hattie as he is throwing her out of his house that because he's a guy "cursed with a five o'clock shadow" that explains why he has no hair on top of his head.

Saturday, March 17, 2018

It's Just Irish

If that's just a cup of whiskey then Gladys didn't need to ask what he was drinking, she should be able to smell it. Also, Gladys isn't wearing green so now she'll spend all day getting pinched by a drunken Brutus. That's not a fun day.

Cemetery Saturday: Half-Day Cemetery

Half-Day Cemetery is located along NW 62nd Street in northern Shawnee County about a half mile southwest of the small town of Elmont. Elmont was founded in 1886 and was established on a gently rising hill, lending to its name. Elmont was hit by a flood in 1902 and a tornado in 1917. The town is situated on the east bank of Half Day Creek, which was named for a Potawatomi Chief. Today, Elmont consists of a couple dozen residences and Elmont Elementary School for the Seaman Unified School District.



OCT. 25, 1897
FEB. 5, 1899


Sep. 22, 1825
Aug. 10, 1884


Dau. of
June 1, 1880
10 Yrs. 8 Mos.
5 Ds.

AUG 15 1895     OCT 13 1968


Wife of
Mar. 27, 1883
24 YRS. 2 MO & 4 D.

Sep. 12, 1831

June 2, 1912
1843 - 1924


1877    1934