doff your spidey togs

Since I missed a few days due to extreme busyness and/or Boring Day Syndrome, you, my reader, get TWO PHOTO POSTS today. I just thought this comic was funny because there's a uniform place in the Strip District called Crill Tog Co., which spawned an amazing conversation when Joe Meno, Sean Carswell and Mickey Hess were in town.

Also because the onomatopoeia: "AROOP AROOP AROOP AROO*"

I might also take this time to comment on how OUT OF CONTROL our little corner of Bloomfield has become in the past month or so. It seems as if sometime in mid August, all the kids on our street, independently or working together, murdered their parents, and since then the block has become a sort of "Party of Five"-meets-Lord of the Flies. Little kids running around playing with steak knives. Big kids SCREAMING at each other all day ("GET OVER HERE BITCH!" "SHUT UPPPPPPPPPP!"). Big kids with little kids of their own leaving used pregnancy tests on the sidewalk. All within about 50 feet of our house. (As a side note, the broken Barbie Corvette in which they drag one another around IS pretty amusing.)

WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS, CHILDREN? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THEM?

To sound like an irritable old curmudgeon for a moment or three, I'm looking forward to when the weather makes it incredibly uncomfortable for them to sit/stand/run around in front of my house all afternoon and evening.