Another dated cartoon finds itself on the House of C, this one pulled from the original CodeUnit blog and marked the 1000th post on that particular site. Needless to say, there isn’t much of a joke to be found here, but at least you get a cartooning of me from behind. You know, from when I was all muscular-like… :P
(And I promise, nearly at the end of these comic re-runs. We’re getting there people, we’re getting there!)
The big election before the United States ushered in their first non-white president saw a heated race/battle between Obama and John McCain – something that a lot of people expected to go Obama’s way anyway.
Which obviously it did.
And that explains why poor old John now has to bend over and take it like a man!
(By now you’ve probably realised that these cartoons of mine seem to have all done the rounds on my sites before – and you would be 100% right. Basically what has happened is that I’ve extracted all my cartooning that previously appeared on my original blog and moved it all to its own house here at the House of C, meaning that invariably things might appear a little dated or worse, be jokes that you’ve seen before.
But there is method to my madness you see. I’m building on a Monday release plan that sees a new cartoon released once a week, thus giving me time to generate new material in the little spare time that I have. And seeing as my last fresh cartoon was created in March last year (can you believe), I need all the time I can get in order to create something new.
So hold on, only a couple more re-run Mondays to go!)
You shout “four” when your favourite batsman times a beautiful cover drive which runs all the way down to the boundary rope, you yell “fore” when your favourite golfer lets loose a magnificent drive that travels for absolute miles. But although they sound the same but are spelled completely differently, one should never call them out at the wrong event.
After all, that just wouldn’t be cricket, now would it? ;)
(And for the count, ball boxes are usually a shade of off-white when compared to the rest of the kit in a kit bag. It’s best not to dwell upon it really…)
Who doesn’t love a free lunch? Back when I still worked at the varsity, committee meetings were the greatest because there was always some finger snacks, sandwiches and juice to be had – which of course made paying attention to what was being stated in the meeting itself pretty tricky at times!
I must say, I kind of like the cheerful look on our running thief’s face, but in brutal honesty, I really should have spent some more time/effort on the background and background characters.
Can only imagine that I must have been rushing to get to my supper on the night…
Gamers are pretty sophisticated computer users aren’t they? They tweak and they hack and they optimize and they perform magic with that little mouse and keyboard of theirs – in other words they the equivalent of PC Gods. Yet for some or other reason these leet mad skillz hardly ever translate well to real world problems that need to be solved on a PC – like tax forms and balance sheets for example! ;)
(Oh, and while we’re at it, meet Carl, the newest member of the regular House of C cast of characters.)
Don’t ask, in hindsight not even I’m sure why I came up with this one. But it does as least serve as a good entry point for the newest member of the stable House of C cast of characters, namely Castle, a lovable but fairly dimwitted, sporty type.
But for the record, power drills do tend to solve a lot more problems than what you would normally think.
Making kebabs could potentially be a lot easier than what it currently is, right? O.o
This actually happened to Chantelle while she was happily sitting alone, working away in her office one day. As the uncomfortable feeling of trapped gas slowly rose up inside her, she decided the best course of action was to allow the eruption of this unnatural trapped air and so bellowed out a mighty burp – which of course was exactly when the guest standing behind her in the office door decided to pipe up.
It’s remarkable the level to which some people want to humanize their animals. Take toilet training for example. Take a gander across the Internet searching on the term toilet train cat and see the sheet amount of literature written on that one subject already. But as the photos and videos go on to prove, teaching your cat to use a human toilet for its business is pretty doable.
Though of course it does leave the question just whose job it is to flush.
But at least now we men would have an adequate scapegoat should our woman ever corner us regarding some or other piece of forgotten toilet etiquette…
(Oh and note that this comic marks the first official appearance of what will eventually become the House of C’s regular cast of characters. So welcome Candy, Cain and Coco, courtesy of Craig. Note the name theming and note the title of the comic. Now you’re getting it…)
This embarrassingly enough has happened to me before you know (not the g-string bit though). Just as class was about to get underway, still happily stretching in anticipation of a good bout of training, I squatted to loosen up my hears and was horrified to hear a loud ripping noise as I went down.
Needless to say, I had underestimated my dogi’s stretchiness and now had to contend with a rather large, gaping hole in my pants, underpants happily showing my bum cheek off to anyone who cared.
Still, the practice was good and I must say, it was certainly more airy training that way…