Monday July 26th

The comic:

They don't know how lucky they are to be able to retire. The next generation may not be able to. Or they'll be shoved out from their old job at 65 and have to supplement their retirement with a job at Wal-Mart. In fact, one of the first ones I covered showed a "senior Plugger" working there.

So Pluggers are elitists.

Or they got into their vaunted blue collar job with a great union. Commies.

Monday May 31st

The comic:

There is no "classic" by Brad Wesner that is patriotic and sappy?

Why doesn't he have glasses on? The way his eyes are drawn, it doesn't look like he can see much.

Also, why does she care?

Unless she recommended the book based on its ending. (Shutter Island for example - though its last lines give nothing away.)

Sometimes I like knowing spoilers/endings ahead of time because it's fun to see how it all adds up - and I will watch or read something again going nah, it's not gonna happen and bam, it does. Also, while watching Bunty aur Babli, I get nervous each time they're on the train towards the end - will they go to jail or not?! My friend thought I was so batty because I told her I'd scene it 50 times and was still like oh no what will happen!

...I really get into movies.

Saturday May 1st

The comic:

Ahahahahahahahahahahaha - finally, the comic does its job. I can't stop laughing.

Wish they'd gone with the original name, because the Plugger could oh-so-innocently bring some tea bags to the tea party. (Someone must have finally told the teadiots about urban dictionary, le sigh.)

Hahahahahhahahahahahaha, shit I'm going to tumble off the bed soon.

Thanks, Marion!

Saturday March 20th

The comic:

Sharing is communist.

Saturday January 2nd

The comic:

And yet, they seek out information that will make them angry and confused. (Also - a printed guide to the games?)

Pluggers make no sense.

And we called the Rose Bowl the Rose Bowl, even if we didn't watch it.

Pluggers hate capitalism. Yup.

Monday December 7th

The comic:


Commies! UPS and FedEx exist for a reason, man. *Glenn Beck tears*

Luddites - but that's par for the course. And I looooooooove getting mail, because look, I'm important! I'm a grown-up! (A card for my 5th birthday party addressed to ME, not my mom.)

Tuesday April 28th

The comic:


Was he ever called the American idol? Is there an American idol? (Not counting the stupid show.)

Or are Pluggers just being grumpy old misanthropes again. I thought old people liked American Idol the show, since it was cleaner than most of the rest and they sometimes have oldies nights.

But Pluggers like to watch John Wayne movies. So much so that they idolize him. Well, he's dead, so I guess he makes a good idol.

And it's not John Wayne they idolize, it's what he represents - the "right" American way of life. (I don't mean right as in right/left politically, I mean right as in not wrong.) An America where kids stayed off their lawns and respected their elders, by gum! Hey old people! Want respect? Than move to a country that's less obsessed with youth, where they do revere their elders, like Japan! (Yeah, I just "move-to-france-d" a Plugger!)

Tuesday November 11th

The comic:


Dude.

Of all comics, I damn near demand some cheesy Veterans Day thing from these guys.

I think last time this ran, they used the words Good Housekeeping. Interesting. And by "Interesting" I mean "boring".

Tuesday May 13th

The comic:


Clothes are still made in America, you know. They probably cost a bit more, but they're out there.

Perhaps Pluggers don't want new clothes made in America, they just want to sigh and bitch about how things change while doing nothing about it.

As for what she's saying - her eyes scare me. She looks like a zombie. Or she's on drugs. Or she's depressed.

I decided to add the treason label, because this implies that Pluggers no longer buy American made products. Shame!

Pluggers know how to drive.

I don't.

How sad.

Today's comic.



So, why is he buying a new old car?

He doesn't look 16.

So... did his crappy car die?

I doubt this cheapskate would buy a new car for the sake of buying a new car. We got our truck on a whim in late 2001/early 2002 (license plate says Feb 02) after an oil change or whatever for our car.

Plus the truck is better for camping, and we went camping 4 times in 2001 with the car.

But why is the Plugger buying one now? If it's for a new driver, where is he or she (he, probably)?

Doesn't he have his own used car?

Plus, even if Pluggers only buy American, used American doesn't help fight the terrorists.

For shame.

So if you're not a Plugger, you're a loser.

Pluggers are losers, but they're trying to act like they're not, they've created their own Twilight Zone universe...

I shouldn't do these after an hour of old, old, oooooold Twilight Zone and old-ish X-files right now - more than a decade old!

Sunday's made less sense than usual, until I saw today's.

And now I get it, while ignoring the news and only flipping to games during commercials of CSI and Law and Order.



By itself, this says that if you have no grandchildren, you've never achieved a thing, and you can't achieve a thing until you're an old fart.

The choice of words? Whatever, just another way to say that Pluggers are old as hell and love their old comics and they're the reason BC is continuing with "new" comics.

Until today. (I feel like a CSI or detective, I am so cool.)



Cal Ripken, Jr.


How the hell is he a Plugger?

I don't get it.

They're supposed to be anonymous, everyday people/animals, nobody you'd know or claim to know unless you were related to them.

Not a world-famous baseball player!

What, because he played so many games, he "plugged along"?

How dare they besmirch baseball.

Steroids, I can take.

But this?

Say it ain't so.

I wish my excuse was housesitting.

That implies isolation, peace and quiet.

The truth is, since Tuesday afternoon, I've only checked my mail, and only because of financial aid worries - and I can't do anything about that (at least online) until August first!

The reason? My sister's bestest friend ever (I never even heard her name until 3 years ago, when she moved to Japan - she didn't know me, I didn't know her, no matter what Beck says) flew in from Florida (summer holiday, going back to Japan before school starts) on Tuesday.

Since then, it has been nonstop idiot teenagers. The minimum is usually 3. Yesterday, I got some peace and quiet for a few hours, they all went to John's house after swimming at another friend's house. (Beck was at work.) I spent the time watching movies and reading, and in the last 18 hours I have seen all of the first 2 Pirates movies (Love me some Depp!) and part of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Adrienne didn't care, she wanted to sleep, Becky did - there had to be something better on TV at 11:30 on a Saturday night! I poked my head in during a commercial - she's flipping through channels, insisting something better is on. My movie ended at 12:30... and they didn't watch a damn thing.

Anyways, I have never been big on lots of people, especially Becky and her friends, due to the noise and the mess, so I've been hiding out.

Computer's in the main room, of course.

However, I didn't get any sleep, and the internet and the Sims are surefire ways to stay awake, I've learned.

So I'm catching up on my internet comics!

I won't do another one until Wednesday or Thursday - we're getting DSL! No more getting kicked off the internet for... being on the internet!


Onto the comics, shall we?

(I'm high on Jack Sparrow - so I'll be a bit odd.)

The 11th, which was Wednesday!

Damn them. I need to pick up poop today. I think I did it the 11th, but I'm not sure.

All I know is, I've been saving the bags the daily paper comes in (fit the hand pretty well) for a while, so I can scoop the poop while walking the dogs.

Only...

It's been hot.

Really hot.

So when it's cool, we play in the big, fenced in back yard, after picking up the poop of course.

I thought Pluggers were suburban/rural freaks of nature. Why should they be walking their dog so it can poop? Don't they have yards?

As for the caption, what the hell are they referencing? The US postal service? FedEx? UPS?

And do they follow the dog-looking Plugger around with a scoop and a bag? (Smallish shovel - hose it off afterward, hang it on the outside of the shed to dry - every single pooper scooper we've ever had has broken. Shovel works great.)

Onto Thursday's idiocy!



Where to begin.

First - I've never seen an Eskimo pie, and I live right next to North Carolina. (The eastern edge of the state I'm in does, so there.)

Second - good god, these losers never order Chinese food? Or pizza? Or... anything!

Also, it's faintly offensive, though I can't pinpoint why. I got online Thursday, saw this, and gave up.

Also, why eat ethnic food of any kind, Mister Sharp, if that is your real name? American food not good enough for you? To gitmo with the lot of ye scabrous dogs!


And Friday's fresh hell:

Friday was an interesting day for me. I ate "ethnic food" (stuffed pizza from Villa Pizza at the mall, best thing since the only other great one (that I know of, not that I remember the name!) has closed.), bought a few books and comic books, and for the first time this entire summer, had to call in the cavalry from the library. I was wiped, I could not ride home, and I still don't know why. It wasn't as humid or hot as other days, I've done fine in 100 degree weather, but a cloudy 80 something day, and I need my mommy and her air conditioned truck. And I didn't even look bad, not overheated, just too shaky.


The comic - I thought that was a lady Plugger at first. And no, an mp3 player is not the tune you whistle off key because it is stuck in your head! I'm sure iPods will be inserted into or onto future generations, but we're not there yet.

So a Plugger with a wheelbarrow is an iPod now? And we know why it's full of dirt. Burying the bones of his last "battery", or taking dirt from the grave.

If they weren't so bloody stupid and boring, I wouldn't need to make up sinister backstories!


Saturday's fiasco:


Scroggs. Really?

If I get bored enough today, I will tally how many come from the South and Midwest. Probably too many.

As for the comic, that truck is itty bitty! No truck bed is that size, except for those stupid SUV/truck thingamabobs. When we put the dog cage in the back of ours, we can also fit a human comfortably (me, riding along to keep Dixie happy) or too much camping junk.

Second, I know most of North Carolina is rural, but that's not exactly the safest way for your "best friend" to ride. In the cage? In the cab, next to you?

Every time I've taken a dog in the bed without the cage, I've had a leash.

And myself.

Except for one time, and I rode in the back seat with the back window open, watching her the entire time. She was too tired to move.

But God, that can't be safe. I know that dog wants to escape, you can see it in its eyes.

Wickett had to be groomed last week - he rode in the cab both ways - mostly the front, sometimes with his paws on the wheel.

Dixie and Mikey will be groomed later this week. I don't think we'll bother with the cage, it's so hot. Mikey will probably ride inside (ecstatic at the thought of a trip before curling up in a dejected ball of apricot-colored curls in the back seat after 2 minutes), and I'll probably sit in the back, with Dixie by my side.

On a leash.


And today's tripe:

"Almost finished"????

It's got no walls, no security!

And that tree's not tall enough to warrant a tree house, I'm sorry.

And I want a tree house. My cousins had one, but they moved and the new owners removed it. It was there before my cousins were! I loved that thing!

I get the "joke" - boarding school, boards are used to make a treehouse - ha ha ha ha.

But it makes less sense than usual. How is a pathetic tree house anything at all like a school? Is he going to play school in there? (Best if you have a close relative working in a school and/or are a well-behaved smart kid - you get a lot of old textbooks and teacher's editions at the end of the year.)

I don't think so.

I do not see the connection between a boarding school and a tree house made of boards!

Besides the fact that both contain the word "board".

Wayne Johnson, if that's the joke you sent in, you're an idiot.

And I'm done! See ya on a highspeed connection!

Something about last Sunday's comic.

I can't imagine a paper carrying this 7 days a week - I mean, this is the biggest waste of colored ink and space imaginable - you have a huge space to work with, a chance to do something extraordinary, but you don't take advantage of it?

Idiot.

I thought of something new about this blog post (my post-Independence Day catchup), specifically this comic from the 1st.



I saw that and said he was an idiot, which he is.

However, I now realize that I was quick to judge.

The Plugger figures he can fix anything with duct tape, that doesn't mean he actually can.

Don't get me wrong, he's still an idiot.

But my reaction was based on the assumption that he actually has fixed things with duct tape, not that he's merely paid for the mechanic's, plumber's, and dentist's mortgage, children's college education, summer house, winter house, and Learjet.

Though I'd love to see what would happen if you actually came at a priceless artifact that is very significant to a lot of a people with duct tape.

The man is stupid for carrying around duct tape, and he's also stupid for saying such an ignorant thing. Unless he's a wiseass having fun, like people do with the Buckingham Palace guards.

But I doubt it.

And I blame Brookins for yet another bad example of an entry.

I don't want to.

*whines*

I barely got online since Friday morning - super fast internet, but the sound wasn't hooked up, so what videos did I get to watch?

None!

I honestly never looked at this... this... comic.

And now I have to do way too many and I'm overheated and it's all your fault.

Saturday the 30th:


I like this, maturity is a joke - I spent my father's graduation money on an eyebrow piercing then walked into a children's bookstore and bought too many Archie comics. Life is too short for maturity when it's not needed. (Be a grown-up when it comes to money and your or your family's safety, of course.)

But Gwampa?

Heat makes me nauseous, maybe I should abandon this tripe until Christmas break?

Sunday the 1st:


Not true. We used purple duct tape on our back screen door to hold the glass in - it eventually just fell off.

And what a stupid example - the Plugger knows nothing of the Liberty Bell?

Whatever, using the bell must be the Plugger contribution to the fourth.


Monday the 2nd:


Who says "elbow grease"? I don't want greasy elbows! And furry animals should never have anything remotely greasy or oily within a yard of their hair.

Do they really have "cordless screwdrivers" powered by something other than your arm? I used a drill once while helping (and probably setting the work back a few weeks) and drilled my finger. That's all I can think of for an electric screwdriver.

My lack of expertise is obvious, isn't it? Tell me how to use it, and I usually can.

Tuesday the 3rd:


This Plugger depresses me.

So, he's eating another member of their bizarre commune. Much less depressing.


Wednesday the 4th:






This comic is about the Silent Majority, Middle America, the people you must sell the candidate to in Peoria, and this is their Independence Day showing?

I forgot what today was too many times in the form of constantly checking the mail and not understanding why Dixie should be sedated (10th Fourth of July and they still terrify her! 2 25mg Benadryls in white bread with a couple pieces for the idiots.)

But I still have one up on them - I watched bits of 3 Fourth of July cable marathons (Law & Order, King of the Hill, and The Twilight Zone), along with wearing red, white, and blue. I got this holiday mixed up with St Patrick's Day, no, I don't drink red, white, and blue beer in July, I thought you had to wear the 3 colors or you'd get sent to Gitmo instead of being pinched.

Anyways, yeah, fishing, great summer activity, that guy's a moron, it's too hot to fish in flannel, and that is an animal... covered... in fur.

Calling the ASPCA tomorrow...