Saturday, April 24, 2010

Yeah.

So.

My health has been especially heinous since the last time I posted.

And judging by tonight, it's not getting better any time soon.

Normally, mocking Pluggers would be a welcome distraction, but it's just not working for me right now.

It's not like I'm not online and I haven't shut myself off like I've done before - I still comment at some sites, still post at my favorite message board, hey, I started tweeting. Still do facebook.

I just... can't.

Well, in two weeks' time, I'll be at home and this horrible semester will be behind me (and the mountains of paperwork for filing for disability will be ahead of me... oy) and who knows.

Also, it's hard to mock Pluggers the few times they're not being smug a-holes. Because what's so funny about poor health or poverty? I guess I could just say "Ha ha, he's so poor he's doing X, isn't that what America wants to see in its comics? It's so funny! Why aren't you laughing?" It's like Funky Winkerbean some days, and the smirks come on the smug days. "Pluggers don't know what this new thing is, and they don't care" and "Pluggers are good people (non-Pluggers are not)".

So.

No promises.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Saturday April 10th

The comic:

The caption says "Pluggers' 'don't ask, don't tell'." And features the female chicken Plugger standing in front of an open fridge, looking towards the male dog Plugger (and the audience), asking, "Did you take the last piece of cake out of the fridge?" The dog has a guilty look on his face, food on his mouth, and he's holding a plate with a piece of cake on it. And he's using a fork.


This hurts my head. He can't tell right now because his mouth is full, but WTF? Is she going to kick him out of the house once she finds out he did take the cake? Because he was foolish enough to use silverware, leaving a trail behind.

So do stereotypical wives (as if there are any other in Pluggerville) not ask if their stereotypical husbands eat "bad" food?

But she did ask.

THIS MAKES NO SENSE!!!

Friday, April 9, 2010

Friday April 9th

A day turned into a week, spring fever?

The comic:


The caption says "A plugger 'last call'." and features a shot of the side of a house, with the female chicken Plugger leaning out the door, calling to a medium-sized dog (drawn surprisingly well), saying "C'mon boy, finish up!... It' (sic) time for bed!"


It's time for my bed, you mean. Yes, I know the joy of "I want out" at 2 in the morning. And then waiting, because not only must business be taken care of, the perimeter must be inspected.

The only thing is, I'd never call it a "last call."

"Pluggerisms" are the only thing separating me and most dog owners (who have indoor/outdoor dogs who sleep inside most nights) from being Pluggers.

What a nightmare.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Thursday April 1st

I've been doing this 3 years as of today.

I'm taking today off.

Disclaimer

The comic is reproduced here for purposes of review only, and all rights remain with the creator, Gary Brookins.