I have done my duty.

[camwyn]

Yesterday I went with a friend to Fat Moose Comics and Games in an effort to kill time before the 1:30 PM showing of Spider-Man. Which, by the way, was fabulous. As my friend chattered with the Fat Moose (I'm sorry if you're reading this, sir, but I don't know your name), I went looking through the trade paperbacks.

Barry Ween collections 1, 2.0, and Monkey Tales.

Read numbers 1 and 2 while friend and Moose talked. Read Monkey Tales after I got home. Brought 1 and Monkey Tales to work this morning. Loaned them to some friends in Disaster who were waiting for an assignment.

I have been informed that at least one, possibly two, of them intend to change their Away messages on ICQ to 'I'm masturbating! Go away!'. And I have been all but ordered to bring in 2.0 tomorrow.

My work here is done.

Comments

[firestrike.livejournal.com]

So you're a pusher now, are you? Gonna look into dealing next?
"The first three panels are free..."

-M

[camwyn]

Nah. I had a hell of a time getting these - neither Time Warp nor Dewey's carried them. Go to all that effort to track them down for co-workers? They can hunt them down themselves and have the joy of acquisition like I did. I'm just the memetic Patient Zero, spreading the Ween thought-construct to those around me and letting it take root on its own.

[lwood.livejournal.com]

Y'know, I'd go re-read Monkey Tales, but that'd just tempt me to go all Misery on Judd Winick, when really what I want is to go all Misery on Stephen King until he bloody well finishes Dark Tower.

Or both. I could handle both. I used to want to do that with Robert Jordan, too, until he became entirely incapable of actually moving his plot. You'd think he was paid by the word or something.

-- Lorrie