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Hey all. So I'm trying to decide if I really want to switch over to wordpress and get things rolling over at the new site. I apologize to my readers (both of you) if this jostling and jiggling is making it difficult to read my rants. go to Elijah Brubaker Dot Com for the new look and tell me what you think, I'm pretty bad at this coding thing so it will most likely take me forever to get it looking the way I want.

I've gone back to the old EJBComix URL for a day or two. If you're reading this then there's no problem I guess, just y'know, FYI. I'm futzing around with some web hosting and that is going to play hell with my web presence, or whatever it's called, for a short time. Sorry.

I like this cover

COOP on Flickr

no, this isn't COOP, it's Kimberly Kane (careful kids, it's kind of a porn site.) Check out other pictures by the guy that does all those fat devil-girl drawings.
I'm really just posting this because the above image is fucking sweet.

Holeeeee shit...

Link via Tom Spurgeon

Your importance is unusual to look at
So my girl and I are broker than shit. You might have read in a previous post that I started a job recently right? I know, I know, I can't shut up about it. Well, the paycheck still hasn't come in yet and we're kind of eking by. Usually when we're in that situation we end up blowing the last of our money on some really good food somewhere... it makes total sense, fuck you.
We decided to go to the burrito place up the street with all the framed R. Crumb posters on the walls (as a side note I'd like to point out that that isn't why we go there, the food is actually pretty good and all the nic-nacks and rat fink dolls and stuff are actually pretty repulsive to me.) We loaded up on habenero hot sauce and bean burrito then got a cupcake at the "we sell nothing but cupcakes" store. We then stopped in the grocery store to gather up what little groceries we could afford and saw Tom Spanbauer standing at the deli case.
On our way home I made a little rubbing of the first stanza of a poem laid backward into the cement on the sidewalk.

(I flipped it around in photoshop)
in case you can't read it it says

the old man
must have stopped our car
two dozen times to climb out
and gather into his hands
the small toads blinded by our lights

I plan on making a rubbing of the rest of the poem soon

I then saw this glued to a signpost and carefully peeled it off.

the more I read it the more it means to me.