Bizarro is brought to you today by Hot Letters.I drew this cartoon because I, myself, am a non-Henderson. 'Nuff said.
Here is a story about last night:
CHNW and I were spending a quiet evening in our upstairs living room watching television when suddenly, around midnight, I spotted movement in my periphery and turned my head to the darkened corner of the room where our spiral staircase ascends from the ground floor. There, rising like one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, was a large male figure.
Huge, pointy-clawed hands which I did not know resided within my chest grabbed my heart and squeezed hard, using their hairy elbows to push all of the air out of my lungs. For a solid 2 seconds, I was certain we were the victims of a home invasion and my mind raced to think what pointy or heavy object was within arm's length with which I could defend our lives and homestead. As he reached the top step and moved into the room, my razor-sharp brain suddenly recognized him and the claws let go of my heart as I was able to breath again.
For the past few days, CHNW and I have had a house guest, whom we will call Victor because that is his name. He is a youngster, college-age, and he was spending a few days in the city to see some Broadway shows and get lost in the city trying to navigate the subway system. Last night he went to see Avenue Q, a terribly funny show which I can recommend to anyone who enjoys funny things. (CHNW and I were watching HBO's True Blood, which I can recommend to anyone who likes blood.) Victor had been gone since around noon and I didn't hear him come in downstairs. Because my mind is more like a pocket calculator than a desktop computer, I had forgotten all about him.
In all my life I've never been so happy to see a male college student and he, CHNW and I had a good laugh. CHNW pointed out that the only weapon-worthy object in the room was my statue from the National Cartoonists Society. Victor came very close to being the first person in history to be murdered by a Reuben Award; a very dubious distinction, indeed.
And I would likely have been the first person to use the "I'm sorry, officer, I forgot he was staying with us" defense.
8 comments:
Why do you have Matt Groening's award?
That Reuben award looks like it could finish off just about any attacker who wasn't armored.
you always crack me up. But you really wrote this entry especially well. thank you for giving me something to laugh about before going to sleep. --shawn
@ Ken McKnight...I used a picture I found online that happened to be Matt's award. Too lazy to shoot a pic of mine and upload it.
@ Yet Another Steve...it weighs probably ten pounds. It's definitely lethal.
@ Anonymous...Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it!
I am related to some Hendersons and I am not them, either.
What the fuck is this shit?!
Are you seriously planning on murdering someone? Goddamn it.
On the plus side, this Victor character seems hilarious and extremely handsome. And amazing. And smells fantastic.
Love, Victor.
P.S. I got home safe and sound. Thanks for asking. :)
Also, send me all of those pictures you and CHNW took of me.
Perhaps the first REAL person in history to be murdered with a Reuben Award. However, in the world of great detective fiction, a murder was committed with a Reuben Award in the "Murder, She Wrote" episode "The Dead File":
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0653639/
I wasn't a huge "Murder, She Wrote" fan, but I will admit that I watched that episode when it first aired!
You are a Hoot! you're going to be fun to watch, but in a good way...
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