Jim Treacher’s* finally strapped on a set of web balls and started his own blog, aptly titled “I Know My First Name Is Jim.”
So. The curtain is finally open. And the wizard, it turns out, is nothing but a dwarfish and squeaky old guy with chubby cheeks, a hot air balloon, and an unnatural fondness for lions, scarecrows, and wood-chopping vacuum cleaners.
What’s say we ditch this emerald popsicle stand and head on back to them poppy fields, bro’….
(I have no idea what any of the above means, incidentally — nor do I have any idea why I have the phrase “fish sticks” so much on the brain lately. But why fight it…?)
*You know, the Clip-Art Guy!
So? Blogs start every day. This is news? This is how you waste my time, with cartoon boys?
It’s “Blogtoon Boy,” Ken. And he’s funny.
What, do you think Mr. Antonio Banderas was an overnight success? No! He needed people to give him a chance, and give him a chance they did! <i>Now</i> look at him!
(Okay, not the best example, maybe, but you get the point…)
He has a funny post on French people, and one also on a joke writer who was hired by the Oscars who is about as funny as crotch rot (when it happens to you and not someone else I mean ;p).
When it happens to me I call it installation art and set up an exhibit.
But then, I’m an exhibitionist…
Yuk.
How much are tickets?
Wasting Time with Cartoon Boys was my favorite Cyndi Lauper album.
I like his stuff.
Wait. That doesn’t sound right.
Jim Treacher is hilarious.
He’s a smart ass , which is not the same as being funny. He reminds me of those Gen Xers in Douglas Coupland’s book.
Whoa, he’s already taking on Instantman. Gotta give him credit for brass balls.