Today's strip really hits home as Brutus wants to know how to keep his money longer (or at all). I just want money. I was laid off from my job and am looking but I live in a town where new business is shunned and forced to go to Kansas City, Topeka or God forbid Ottawa.
So if you would like to help out with this please email me and I will email you back my mailing address. Checks, money orders and cash welcome (I won't tell) and for those of you who do send me something, I will list your name along with declaring that you are a nice person who is kind to stranger and it will be forever known on the Internet. So it's win-win.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
I'd Say 'Yes' To the Steakhouse.
I'm a little late with today's strip because my computer got infected with five viruses at the same time and the anti-virus thing I have couldn't delete them. After scanning the computer three times with two different anti-virus systems and trying a system restore five times, I finally discovered that the problem came from some program inadvertantly installed so one quick run of Uninstall and the problem became fixed. I don't know how it works but I'm just glad I got it all worked out.
So we learn here that Gladys will eat just about everything. I would much rather go through the drive-thru too but if going to a nice restaurant was so blatantly needed by my wife I would just push away my pride and take her. But what about Wilberforce? Does Wilberforce get to go? And if money is really an issue to Brutus then I completely understand wanting to spend $20 on fast food and get well fed instead of $75 for a nice restaurant and possibly not get well fed.
But I'm really going for Brutus just doesn't want to be seen in public with his large ogre of a wife.
So we learn here that Gladys will eat just about everything. I would much rather go through the drive-thru too but if going to a nice restaurant was so blatantly needed by my wife I would just push away my pride and take her. But what about Wilberforce? Does Wilberforce get to go? And if money is really an issue to Brutus then I completely understand wanting to spend $20 on fast food and get well fed instead of $75 for a nice restaurant and possibly not get well fed.
But I'm really going for Brutus just doesn't want to be seen in public with his large ogre of a wife.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Yeah!! Go LeBron!!!.....?
Whoa!! Check out the skirt on Hurricane Hattie in today's strip. It's barely worth using fabric for. Now I know why Wilberforce hangs out with her. Wait a minute, she's only eight, Brian. Now I feel creepy.
Hattie may be dressed like a transsexual Filipino whore but she should really make the business deals in this relationship.
Hattie may be dressed like a transsexual Filipino whore but she should really make the business deals in this relationship.
Place Your Bets!! Is It Money Or a Menu In Brutus' Hand?
I think today's strip shows us what a Brutus/Veeblefester genetic mix-match would be. Although I don't particulary like the derby. We also learn that Brutus' mom wasn't exactly the best cook despite the fact that Brutus would've been raised in an era where women typically stayed at home and should've been a decent cook. Even if we're led to believe this strip takes place in 2008, Brutus would've been raised between 1958 and 1976 so his mom wouldn't have gotten all caught up in the hippie movement.
Also, Brutus doesn't like to pay for food. If he's that bothered by the prices, eat at home, bring your lunch or just stop whining.
Also, Brutus doesn't like to pay for food. If he's that bothered by the prices, eat at home, bring your lunch or just stop whining.
The Born Loser X, Prologue
Warning: Mature Themes. Read With Caution.
Brutus Thornapple sat at a workbench in his basement. The radio softly played a Mozart composition. Brutus liked Mozart and softly hummed to the tune. The basement door was open and he could hear his wife, Gladys, clattering around in the kitchen. She was either eating, making herself something to eat or getting ready to make her something to eat. It was hard to tell with her but Brutus figured it was one of those. Brutus was working on a scale-model of a city. Brutus liked working with his hands and he had taken up the hobby of creating a miniature town. He created it's own history, neighborhoods, businesses and named it Mason City, after his father Mason Thornapple.
As the music ended, Gladys' shrill voice echoed from the kitchen down into the basement. "Brutus, does spaghetti sound good for dinner?"
"Yes, that's fine," Brutus clicked off his radio and scooted away from the table. "I'm gonna take a quick shower and wash the stink of work off of me."
"Okay, dear," Gladys said.
Brutus looked back at Mason City and smiled, which was something he really hadn't done in a long time. Then he headed upstairs.
Rancid Veeblefester had been flopping at the Tilson Hotel for the last six months since his wife had kicked him out of their home. Their home. That was a laugh. He had bought that house years ago after he made his first million at Veeblefester Incorporated. It was his house for seven years before he had married that shrew. A pre-nup never even entered his mind at the time. He had the best lawyers in the city working around the clock to either make divorcing him impossible to not make it worth her while. So far, nothing had worked.
Veeblefester took a swig of the Jack Daniels that was on the nightstand next to the bed. He stood up and looked out of the window at the street. He had to stop her. He had worked too hard and was too accustomed to his lifestyle to have some second-rate whore take it from him.
"Dead women can't file divorce papers," Veeblefester said and his lips curled into a slight smile. Now all he had to do was figure out how to do it.
To be continued...
Brutus Thornapple sat at a workbench in his basement. The radio softly played a Mozart composition. Brutus liked Mozart and softly hummed to the tune. The basement door was open and he could hear his wife, Gladys, clattering around in the kitchen. She was either eating, making herself something to eat or getting ready to make her something to eat. It was hard to tell with her but Brutus figured it was one of those. Brutus was working on a scale-model of a city. Brutus liked working with his hands and he had taken up the hobby of creating a miniature town. He created it's own history, neighborhoods, businesses and named it Mason City, after his father Mason Thornapple.
As the music ended, Gladys' shrill voice echoed from the kitchen down into the basement. "Brutus, does spaghetti sound good for dinner?"
"Yes, that's fine," Brutus clicked off his radio and scooted away from the table. "I'm gonna take a quick shower and wash the stink of work off of me."
"Okay, dear," Gladys said.
Brutus looked back at Mason City and smiled, which was something he really hadn't done in a long time. Then he headed upstairs.
Rancid Veeblefester had been flopping at the Tilson Hotel for the last six months since his wife had kicked him out of their home. Their home. That was a laugh. He had bought that house years ago after he made his first million at Veeblefester Incorporated. It was his house for seven years before he had married that shrew. A pre-nup never even entered his mind at the time. He had the best lawyers in the city working around the clock to either make divorcing him impossible to not make it worth her while. So far, nothing had worked.
Veeblefester took a swig of the Jack Daniels that was on the nightstand next to the bed. He stood up and looked out of the window at the street. He had to stop her. He had worked too hard and was too accustomed to his lifestyle to have some second-rate whore take it from him.
"Dead women can't file divorce papers," Veeblefester said and his lips curled into a slight smile. Now all he had to do was figure out how to do it.
To be continued...
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Not One of Us
I'm doing this early because I have drinking plans tonight. I'm not a fan of Republicans at all but for some reason John McCain scares the bejeezus out of me. I, too, also think McCain is too old to be president. I find it odd that back in 1996 Bob Dole's age was a main concern but you barely hear about that with McCain. Honestly, look at McCain and determine if he would survive the four years in office. Hell, Cheney barely survived and he's Vice-President.
I vote for the person who pisses me off the least during the campaign. So far all McCain has done is scare me. His Nixon-like jowls do not look presidential. I guess we'll see which way I swing in November but in all honesty I was rooting for Ron Paul because, even though he was Republican, his policies almost mirror mine exactly. Oh, well. Not everyone can be president. Now if only Ralph Nader can get that through his head.
In today's strip we get a glimpse of a couple of Brutus' coworkers. Do people actually walk up to people and ask to be included in the conversation? I thought you just overheard then joined in if the topic was something you could bring experience or knowledge to. Why does Brutus ask? That just leads to people rejecting you. Come on, Brutus. Grow a pair and just force yourself into the conversation.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Year of the Brat
In ancient times the Rat was a protector and bringer or material prosperity. People born within the Year of the Rat are leaders. They are charming, passionate and charismatic which from what I know about Mother Gargle doesn't describe her at all. Maybe the leader part but that's about it.
I have a feeling TBL has talked about the Chinese New Year before but I can't find the strip if it exists. Also, why would a boy as young as Wilberforce know what the Year of the Rat means? From what I read, Wilberforce is about five years old but he looks remarkably older.
Must be all that Bovine Growth Hormones in the hamburger.
(Love the title? I do.)
I have a feeling TBL has talked about the Chinese New Year before but I can't find the strip if it exists. Also, why would a boy as young as Wilberforce know what the Year of the Rat means? From what I read, Wilberforce is about five years old but he looks remarkably older.
Must be all that Bovine Growth Hormones in the hamburger.
(Love the title? I do.)
Monday, March 03, 2008
Happy Birthday, Brutus
I was goofing around online and I found another website that devoted itself to making fun of The Born Loser although not on a day-to-day basis. The Comics Doctor provided an in-depth analysis of why TBL has been allowed to languish on the vine. And for the most part I agree. I believe Born Loser has been allowed to survive due to the fast that it's essentially cheap. While Garfield, Dilbert and even Peanuts reruns have great merchandising potential, Born Loser offers to potential like that but it can get a few laughs from elderly people or morons and because there's no merchandising potential the syndicate doesn't have to pay Chip as much as Jim Davis or Scott Adams or the estate of Charles Schulz.
And according to today's strip it's Brutus' birthday. I'm not sure how old he is but according to various stuff I've read he's 50. But here is how I think the strip should've went today.
And according to today's strip it's Brutus' birthday. I'm not sure how old he is but according to various stuff I've read he's 50. But here is how I think the strip should've went today.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Defending Wikipedia
Ironically, both Wilberforce and Hattie got their information from Wikipedia.
I am a regular user of Wikipedia and I have read countless things saying that Wikipedia is a horrible device and needs professional people to write and edit. I've contributed some to Wikipedia and what I've written is actually historic and relevant to the article for which it's talking about. I believe the actual point of Wikipedia is to get a general idea of what you are looking for and then use the external links or print references to further inquire about the subject. Besides, those opponents of Wikipedia are probably just mad because their article was speedily deleted by SmackBot.
I am a regular user of Wikipedia and I have read countless things saying that Wikipedia is a horrible device and needs professional people to write and edit. I've contributed some to Wikipedia and what I've written is actually historic and relevant to the article for which it's talking about. I believe the actual point of Wikipedia is to get a general idea of what you are looking for and then use the external links or print references to further inquire about the subject. Besides, those opponents of Wikipedia are probably just mad because their article was speedily deleted by SmackBot.
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