A new Space Monkeys comic is up and I'd be lying by omission if I didn't say it's one of my favorites. You just can't go wrong with titty humor.

There's also a new Bobbo desktop wallpaper posted, which I love like a newborn chick. A newborn chick 22 years and a halter top later... heh heh... heh heh... sigh...

I'm off to Dallas for our LCP show (see sidebar at left). Catch you homies on the flippy flop.

(We're updating with new comics on Monday and Fridays now, by the way. Let's see how long this untenable schedule holds: My bet is it'll fall apart sometime around Aug. 29.

A dual-review I wrote of the new DVD sets for Aqua Teen Hunger Force: Volume 2 and Sealab 2021: Season One is up.

If you plan to buy the Aqua Teen set, read no further, but here's the funniest non-episode thing on that entire DVD set:

SPOILER:

In Future Wolf II this hairy, scraggly looking space wolf puppet witnesses the Earth exploding, so he has to go back in time to save it. (This somehow ties in with the origins of the Aqua Teen show, but not for a while.)

So the narrator cries, "Go, Future Wolf! Go back in time to save the Earth! Use the Time Gate!"

Cut to this rickety-looking wooden gate. The puppet bangs against it until the door swings open then he gets sucked into a time portal with minimal special effects fuss.

It's funnier than it sounds, I promise.

Li'l Floaty Omie Head bemoans the (apparent and short-lived) death of the Internet on one slow Tuesday afternoon.

Gearing up for the Dallas trip this weekend. We had gotten sort of used to these far-flung trips to places like San Francisco, Vancouver and Chicago, so when it's somewhere up the road, it's always a surprise that it's just as much work to do this right, as far as rehearsal, prep and tech time and energy on stage. But it's our first time performing in the D/FW, and we're pretty exited. Hope some of you can make it.

We're looking at houses in New Braunfels. We made our first visit this weekend and found a lot that we really liked. I don't think we'll have trouble finding a home -- it'll be choosing from all the options available.

We met some interesting characters, including the home builder rep who looked (and acted) exactly like Rachel from Friends and the British guy who made the cheesiest joke I've heard in about five years:

Cheese Chap: (Pointing to a suit of armor in the model home den) How do you clean this fella here?

Omar: I really don't --

Cheese Chap: Armor All!

Omar: ...

So house hunting is fun except for when it's 101 degrees and you're inside wood frame structures where there's tons of dust and exposed wiring and they take you upstairs and open the door to the attic and actual flames burst out and lick your face as if you're on "Backdraft: The Universal Studios Theme Park Ride™." Then it kind of sucks.

As the sidebar to the left there states, the LCP will be performing in Dallas this weekend and next; we're also doing a show in late August in Austin, but that's a whole other thing.

We'll be doing a best-of show in Dallas, a full hour-'n-a-halfer complete with head lice costumes, greasers and Nick's superb George W. You should come check it out and then you should come say 'ello when it's over.

A brand new Space Monkeys comic is up this morning, surprising even me.

Let's see how this once-a-week-comic thing works out.

So over the weekend, the story broke (because of a pending Newsweek cover story) that Apple was releasing a fourth generation of its iPod.

This was a close shave because on Sunday morning, I had finally, after months and months, talked myself into buying the low-end, 15-gig iPod.

Omar: I'm buying the iPod! Seriously, this time! Like right now!

Rebecca: (From another room) All right! Just buy it already!

This had been going on for a long while.

Sunday morning, I was ready. I had the credit card out. I had disavowed myself of the notion that I needed the stupid dock or remote or carrying case (all items that came with the significantly more expensive 20 gig version, whose price had kept me right on the brink of buying). Just as I was about to hit the PLACE ORDER button, on a hunch, I did a Web search for "iPod rumors" thinking maybe there was an impending price drop I didn't know about. Instead, big-ass Newsweek story telling me a new iPod at $100 less was going to available in one day.

We were at the mall Sunday, so I went to the Apple store to investigate.

Omar: (Very slyly) So, what's this I hear about a new, eh, you know, iPod, new, new, thingee, new, tomorrow, new, huh?

Nice Apple Store Girl: Sir, you're drooling.

Omar: Ah yes. Right.

Nice Apple Store Girl: We haven't been told anything. We know people have seen the Newsweek cover, but we haven't gotten any details.

Omar: (Penetrating stare) Oh... really? So when might this (drool) thing be released?

Nice Apple Store Girl: I would just keep an eye on the Apple Web site. Like maybe even tomorrow.

Omar: Right. But when do you think the new iPod might be out?

Nice Apple Store Girl: I can't really say. It might be anytime. Tomorrow, even.

Omar: Sure, sure. But if you had to guess, when do you think I could buy one?

Nice Apple Store Girl: Sir... they haven't told us. But I bet if you look online as early as tomorrow --

Omar: Listen, I'm tired of all this mystery. When the fuck can I buy a new iPod? Why can't somebody just give me a straight answer!?

Nice Apple Store Girl: You'll have an answer if you just LOOK ONLINE TOMORROW!

Omar: Can I see your manager please? I'm really tired of all this corporate runaround. You're absolutely no help.

After the mall security dudes let me go home (I stole their pen. Ha!), I slept.

I waited a day. Then I ordered.

The new 20-gig (ooooh, preeeettttttty) doesn't come with the dock or the carrying case or the remote anymore, but I'm told they're fairly useless anyway, so I can do without them. And if you're buddy buddy (or close family) with a teacher or are a student, you can even schwing with the educational discount. $269 plus tax. Not nearly as crippling a price as it was even 12 hours ago.

Go forth, iPoders. Annoy fellow bus and train patrons.