I just finished an automatic status emailing thing for work. As a reward, the untold bounties of the internet — well, okay, just a trip to Apelad’s site to check out the new LOLCats. They’re hobo cats who talk like the internet in the early nineteen hundreds. Who knew?
He’ll draw you (or me) a panel for $20. If I were to get one (perhaps for my birthday), I’d probably frame it.
For those of you who don’t understand or appreciate intentional butchery of the english language, well, shoot. I can’t explain it. Why does it make me Hulk angry when I see alphabet soup on my little sisters’ myspace profiles and laugh until I cry when cats do it. I don’t know.