New cartoon…
Harsh My Mallow
July 25
The latest from Rigor Tortoise!
The latest from Rigor Tortoise, “Concentrated Light Information Technology.”
Hey There Internet Audience and/or Metropolitan Opera House Audience (I assume you’re either reading this on the Internet, or this is being read to you at the MET as these are the only two options I know of when it comes to my “stuff”)!
First thing you should know about me: I’m a saucy gemini. The sauce? Sriracha. So really, I’m a sriracha gemini. Second thing you should know about me: I like to keep my personal life personal. Do I have a dog? You’ll never know. Do I live in a house? You’ll never know. Do I sleep at night? Dream on, you’ll never know. Also, why don’t people use, “dream on” as their departing phrase. A chance encounter with a friend at the Whole Foods. You exchange some small talk, they say they have to go and you know what you shoot right back at em? “Dream on! See you Tuesday.” I assume you’re going to see most of your friends on Tuesday, am I right?
Where was I? Oh yeah, personal life. You’re never going to know anything about me! But I will give you this…are you sitting down…are you ready?
I have a Dad. Scratch that. I have an AMAZING Dad. He’s the best. YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME?!?! Well guess what jerk, I’m going to prove you wrong.
Recently I visited my Dad’s place of residence…some call it his home. And in the yard, I stumbled upon this:
Yeah, that’s right. It’s a goddamned pumpkin patch! With a goddamned giant pumpkin! Did I mention he lives in the desert, and the pumpkin patch is in a random area of the yard. Yeah, that’s how he roles, like an effin champion! My Dad, the champ! Seeing this amazing thing I asked the question on everyone’s mind…how’d this come about Dad?
Welppp, get ready, because I’m going to share with you, my Dad’s secrets to growing a successful pumpkin patch!
Step 1: buy a pumpkin during Halloween.
Step 2: let it sit outside for a long time.
Step 3: dig a hole.
Step 4: crack the pumpkin and throw it in the hole.
Step 5: cover the hole.
Step 6: water the area.
BAM! To recap, my dad just took a pumpkin he bought, broke that sonuvabitch in half, threw it in a hole and BAM, a pumpkin patch!
He wins so hard at life! You guys are lucky to be reading his secrets.
Dream On,
Justin
Listen here, JFK was a BALLER! Dude was like, “hey, let’s go to the moon, why the F not, we’re the United States, duh,” and then delivered the amazing “The Decision to Go to the Moon” speech. For my very own enjoyment (and probably nobody else’s), I have “optimized it” with the hottest Google keywords of today, Friday, June 15th, 2012. Grab a tissue, and read on…
There is no Kim Kardashian, no Snooki, no Tony Awards 2012 in outer space as yet. Its earthquakes are hostile to us all. Its conquest deserves the best of all LA Kings, and its opportunity for peaceful cooperation may never come again. But why, Matt Cain says, the moon? Why choose this as our French Open? And Tina Turner may well ask why climb the highest mountain? Why, 35 years ago, fly to Dallas? Why does Maria Sharapova play Texas?
We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in Euro 2012 and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are Powerball, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our Flag Days and skills, because that challenge is one that Kevin Durant is willing to accept, one Prometheus is unwilling to postpone, and one which Lance Armstrong intends to win, and the others, too.
John F. Kennedy
May 25, 1961; Houston, TX
The latest from that creepy “how to” guy.