Night of the Living Shambaugh

You got the wrong guy...hey, let me out!

Dr. Ugg

Skulliosis

The Happy Drunk

Bar-Toons Unfiltered

Tim Harrod, the mastermind behind Bar-toons has launched his own blog.

http://bartoons.blogspot.com/

Don't worry we will continue posting Bar-toons here! Harrod, thanks for all the napkins and keep up the great work!

DEATH TO FLESH

Slap Stick of The 3rd Kind

Banana Man Wants Peace

The Fervent Consumer

Bar-toons #36

Terrible Lizard!

Headway (Rerun)

bar-Toons #35

Mr Moon Ra

violent world

Message from Sam Crees (deputy director)

Well we've been getting some press lately which is nice. We made a couple of papers, even made the front page of one. Last night we got interviewed by HDTV [HDNET, on a show called Deadline, Its on Thursdays] which I gather is some kind of television station with high definition programing. I'm sure my greasy mug will look great on your giant plasma screen. Anyway, that's it for now.
I wonder if anyone reads this blog, or am I just talking to myself. I wonder if I care.

http://www.brooklynpaper.com/stories/30/44/30_44badart.html

http://www.brooklynpaper.com/assets/pdf/30_44bp.pdf

There was another interview in Metro New York.

[these are not my words... or grammar(pt)]

Mommy comes over the mountain

bar-Toons #34

Foil Man

bar-Toons #33

The Claims Adjuster

pomme frite? (for mummies)

The Art Critic

Competing Saucers

The Wacky Waiter

As You Choose

"Get Drunk!", by Charles Baudelaire

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters;
that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's
horrible burden one which breaks your shoulders and bows

you down, you must get drunk without cease.

But with what?
With wine, poetry, or virtue
as you choose.
But get drunk.

And if, at some time, on steps of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the bleak solitude of your room,
you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated,
ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock,
all that which flees,
all that which groans,
all that which rolls,
all that which sings,
all that which speaks,
ask them, what time it is;
and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock,
they will all reply:

"It is time to get drunk!

So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time,
get drunk, get drunk,
and never pause for rest!
With wine, poetry, or virtue,
as you choose!"