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Today’s Philler…

Very often, I don’t have anything to post here on A News Cafe Dot Com. No cartoon, no insightful essays, no Cutting Board, no ideas whatsoever. But, are we going to let a little thing like having no suitable material stop us from posting? I should say not. If I only posted the good stuff, well, there would be a black hole in this little quadrant of cyberspace. We can’t let that happen. So, here’s some random rumblings…

It’s supposed to get to 82 degrees out there today. We’re waiting for Game 5 of the World Series. It’s November. WHAT HAS GONE WRONG? DOES AL GORE KNOW ABOUT THIS???

My favorite hour of television has got to be Sunday nights with a new Curb Your Enthusiasm followed by Bored To Death on HBO. (OK, we’ve talked about the weather and my favorite TV shows. Did you think I was kidding with the whole “nothing to say” routine? What’s next, aches and pains?)

You know, I think I slept funny last night (yeah, yeah, it’s the only thing I’ve done funny lately), my shoulder and neck hurt. It’s going to be awkward if I’m attacked by ninjas, no flexibility today at all.

I like Halloween, but this year we only got 37-year-old trick-or-treaters. It’s a good thing we were handing out little sample bottles of NyQuil this year. Seemed to be a big hit. Lotta empties on the lawn in the morning, though.

We have a little dog that growls when she’s happy. She’s being happy at the mailman right now.

I subscribed to Netflix again, but my wife doesn’t know it. I can talk about it here because she never reads my stuff. She says it’s enough to get the audio portion.

Well, that’s my two cents. Sorry, but I had to do something to bump the Halloween bit that was still here this morning. The Internet is a fast-paced environment. You have to be on your game.

See you next time!

Snoochie Boochies,

Philbert

Phil Fountain

Phil Fountain is a pseudonym for ANC’s prodigal cartoonist, Philbert Phountain, who has recently returned from a working hiatus where he served as the lead fact-checker for George Santos. He lives in Shasta County with his long-suffering wife, Christine, as well as a variety of layabouts and urchins who claim to be his progeny … including three grandchildren. He busies himself with his crayons and obsessing over the fate of his favorite baseball team while a small dog sleeps under his desk. He’s actually not such a bad guy as evidenced by the fact the dog rarely bites him anymore. Look for his crudely rendered drawings in future posts on A News Café.

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