"Do you ever recognize how critical you are? Just curious."

"Thank you for sharing that. I have choir practice tonight."

Crack Skull Bob — the other Crack — eavesdrops on can't help hearing those Christians "of a certain type" over there at the next table. They're so earnest!

"Bush would be regarded as a lefty today."

From Crack Skull Bob, documenting this morning's talking heads:



Brilliant, as always. I love the Jon Huntsman:



See and read the whole thing.

"The Republican ideology is one of FOOLS and CLOWNS."

Don't miss Crack Skull Bob's rendition of last Sunday's talk show heads.

"Early example of crystal-meth-influenced chair construction."

A drawing... to accompany an essay on civility.

"People ask me, why not bike instead of walk for your exercise?"

Notes Crack Skull Bob, who answers:

Fuck you, leave me alone! I don’t even know you! But that wouldn’t be an appropriate thing to say on a blog, so I won’t. What I would say to this obnoxious, intrusive person is: I can walk to the 7-11 in about an hour or so, and bonus! I come back with an armload of tasty Hostess products! To use up the same energy on a bike, I’d have to pedal to Petersburg and back. Plus I’d have to wear one of those hats that make me look like an extra in a bad SyFy series. And then there’s the screaming berserk SUV drivers who are bent on converting all bikers into little impromptu shrines by the side of the road. That isn’t about biking, of course. It’s a class war. Sure, bikers can be arrogant assholes, but come on, they’re a bunch of skinny little guys wobbling around on bikes, and you’re grinding around in a big-ass smoke-belching SUV. Around these parts, when someone makes you feel guilty, you don’t rethink your priorities, you wipe out the guilt-causer. It’s the same for climate change, it’s the same for Food, Inc., it’s the same for the widening income gap, it’s the same for the homeless. It’s what we do. It’s the American way.

He's just saying he needs some coffee, and he's got a drawing of just that. 

"I want to wait and see who will make the breast President."

"Bachmann did well but..."

"Quite frankly, um..."

Sunday Morning Talking Heads, superbly, succinctly summarized.

"There's a formless anger out there."

"Children with autism live near freeways."

"The world is laughing at us."

"The current government is a vile, despicable, tyrannical socialist machine."

"I have an old-fashioned rubber bicycle horn that I thought I'd stuff down into my junk before the pat-down."

"Hilarity ensues! Besides, anything that increases my junk profile has to be a good thing, right?"

No video of this actually happening at a real TSA groping at the link. Just some (genitalia-free) artwork.

Sunday Morning Talking Heads.

Crack Skull Bob is doing his wonderful drawings again.

"I'm not a talking head."

Sayeth one of Crack Skull Bob's Sunday morning talking heads.

"He leads by being there."

"The important thing is fear."

"Some Kid."

Hilarious.

(And don't miss this week's "Sunday Morning Talking Heads." "They're not being sufficiently subservient.")

Sunday's talking heads.

Crack Skull Bob wields his swift pen:

Crack Skull Bob is drawing the Sunday talking heads again.

An enticing snippet:



Read and see the whole hilarious thing.

"So, it turns out 'plethora' is not the anatomical term for a naughty bit."

"That would explain why my friend Ruben has had no luck at all incorporating it into a pick-up line. Neither, it seems, is 'plectrum', which I now see in hindsight is the reason my doctor looked puzzled when I told him mine was red and swollen. Vocabulary can be a minefield for the unsuspecting. To his credit, though, my doctor looks puzzled and mildly annoyed when I say anything at all. He sees any comment of a symptomatic nature I might make as a willful erection of a roadblock against the swift completion of his Anthem-sanctioned rounds...."

That's the beginning of the text of a Crack Skull Bob post called "A Plethora of Devices" — which has some great drawings — of the completely SFW variety. The remainder of the text is less sexy and more pissily political than what you might want to read, but you might enjoy it. And, again, the drawings are very cool.

This is exactly what the Sunday talk shows feel like to me too.

Absolutely perfect.

Sunday morning talking heads.

Nicely drawn.

Details.

East coast, west coast, tomato, North Carolina.

"This is the kind of drawing that results from being trapped in a molded plastic chair, lime green with little sparkly things embedded in it..."

"... while you wait for a prescription to be filled, and you sit there, pen poised over sketchbook, waiting for a parade of funny, odd, bizarre, eminently sketchable people to pass before you and no one does, not a soul, and all you see is rank after rank of aisles, each capped with an end cap, extending to infinity."