I never gave up hope...

Welcome back, ASM!

Bryan Adams, stop the Love Train or someone will get hurt!

With Great Power...

What better way to close the parentheses on our absence, than with the below meditation on what may have happened had Bryan Adams chosen to use his powers not for good -- but for evil...

Places to Go, People to See

I am headed to the Palmetto State to see some people. Please return to visit our blog on Sunday, June 8, when I am sure we will have something nice to say about Cokie Roberts.

In the meantime, to help you get into the spirit of Summer, please enjoy this clip from a movie that, if Bryan Adams made movies, would surely be his chef d'oeuvre:

Bryan Adams keeps his promises

As with anytime when I anticipate an absence, I like to leave you with some thoughts from our greatest living Troubador. My knees are like jello; I hope you feel the same.

I Thought You'd Never Say the Words...

After some serious talk of relationships, I always like a little Bryan Adams to clear the head and remind us of what true love is really all about.

Things I will get to later

Gossip Girl: As Young Joc would say... It's goin' down!

The ongoing Lebron versus Wiz versus Jay-Z versus lame-ass-frat-boy-Jew-wonk-playahaters- who-think-Jay-Z-invented-rap-and-hate-Allen-Iverson feud!

Hidayet! Hidayet! MIP! MIP!

Hannah Monatana versus Annie Leibomanischevitz!

Lame-ass American expatriates in Paris!

All that and more! After... um... I finish this thing I have to work on...

In the meantime, here's something for you to think about:

WWBAD?

It's times like these, when we all need to channel our inner Bryan Adams...

Bryan Adams is a G

So... um... someone pointed out that I will run out of Bryan Adams videos to post very soon. So, to put a little water in our wine we (at least I hope ASM is with me on this)... we are now posting great works by heroes who seem to capture the spirit of his art -- if not his tousled, rugged Canadian-Maltese virile manself.



Please, this one's on me. Start your day out right, buddy...

Everything I do

I never before suspected that the pan flute could do justice to the greastest songster of eour generation...

One more for the road

Because it's been a while...

Something to start your day out right...

Sunday Papers: Comics R Gud

Speaking of Sunday Papers: Whatever happened to Joe Jackson? Everybody seems to like that Jack Johnson fellow, now. I guess there are just 2 kinds of people in the world: Canadians and people who hate Canadians. Like, I hate Canadians, except for Bryan Adams, because he's actually Maltese, and the Maltese make good things with honey, similar to Erykah Badu...

But, as everybody knows, my least favorite Canadian (after Celine Dion) must be Lynn Johnston... and I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a certain amount of Schadenfreude in learning that her retirement plans were waylaid by a certain marriage ending dalliance that her Canadian husband had... I mean who could live for so long with a woman who has traded in Schmalz for nearly thirty years!!!!!!!! (Yes, this is a post I've been procrastinating on for, like, four months. So what?) I mean, can you imagine their dinner table conversation:

"Honey, how many gay friends did you say hello to today while cleaning up after your dog while laughing at the moral lessons our young imaginary daughter has learned by playing in a band and teaching eskimos? By the way, did you get a chance to visit your drooling father at the nursing home, while thinking about the irony of mortality and how sometimes the greatest life lessons we learn bloom like dandelions through concrete, rather than like daffodils in pastures?"

Gimme a BREAK!!!!!!

Anyway, today, Lynn obviously tried to get revenge by re-issuing an early strip in which Mr. Dentist character tries to starve an infant Elizabeth. Of course, don't worry: we all know Elizabeth turns out OK other than being brain-damaged like every other For Better or For Worse character...

In other interesting developments, Mooch -- of Mutts fame -- somehow counterintuitively uses some kind of backscartcher to pull down a vase from an armoire, when we all know that cats are capable of jumping onto armoires.

Rose continues to be Rose in "Rose is Rose." However, there is a more mystical bent to today's strip, with one of the younger character surrounded by an ominous necklace of green skulls which is never fully explained.

Opus is HILARIOUS as always. And Blondie prooves more astuste at dissecting office politics than the overrated Dilbert.

Bryan Adams: Greatest Unsung Hero

Do people even realize how important Bryan Adams is to the rest of the world? Surely, if we taught geography to our kids, here, this would be one of the top lessons in that subject. Indeed, whenever I do travel, I always make sure to pack one or two Bryan Adams cassettes, just to have something to talk about with the Dutch backpacker in the Bed 'n' Breakfast. Or to not talk about, actually, since listening to Bryan Adams with a foreigner is the closest to Rousseau's ideal of transparence in communication that we will ever find.

Which brings me to my main point, and let's say it all together: "Bryan Adams, Knight of the Commonwealth!"

By the way, I'm going to kill ASM for not letting me know sooner that Bryan Adams was of Maltese descent, in addition to being Canadian.

Bryan Adams: Folk Hero

Just a little thought to get your day started on the right foot...