No way. NO. WAY.

I can't even believe it. That makes me really sad.

This is not a political blog, but...

I'm having a hard time understanding this story. So does this mean Bush thinks he shouldn't have gotten into Yale? Knocked on a lot of doors? The fuck does that mean?

Can we hook him up with a time machine or something? I think this is sort of a breakthrough.

A new Space Monkeys comic is up. Yep, that's Risk on the table.

This seems to be the summer for new projects, whether it's folks getting engaged and planning their weddings or taking up Movies this Week or doing funny takes on celebrity fashion (or lack thereof).

Something about late summer is creatively inspiring. You just want to get some shit done to counteract the aging effects of the sun and the oppressive heat. For me and PJ, that summer project has been the comic.

Coffee update: I brought some and a baggie of sugar from home. The Folgers somehow found its way into the trash bin.

At our little ¡ahora sí! office (ask for this free Spanish-only publication by name, Aug. 19), we just made our first communal pot of coffee using Corrie's aged coffeemaker.

Turns out we're all coffee snobs. "FOLGERS?!" we all cried in unison at the smuggled grounds we got from the main newsroom stash. If someone had secretly switched good coffee with this, some hidden camera bitches would have gotten slapped, hard. I thought somebody was going to tag it with, "Get a rope." Or, since we're in Spanish, "Consiga un soga".

The coffee's not great. We have non-dairy creamer and like four old Sweet & Low packets for the whole staff. Corrie overplayed her hand with the grounds, making coffee that's only a fraction of a Glidden color wheel shade below black.

Still, at 4 in the afternoon on a Thursday two weeks before our D-Day, strong, bitter coffee that's as thick as campaign bullshit, is better than nothing.

Li'l Floaty Omie Head reads a lot of Stephen King. Probably like for the rest of the year.

I've been reading Wolves every night before I go to bed, so there's been a disproportionate number of cowboy boots and people saying, "May it please ya, I beg" and "Thankee sai!" in my dreams.

A new Space Monkeys comic is up, only two days late, and about .50 cents short. (The economy, man.)

It is inspired both by recent entertainment events and by the recent scientific comic-strip finding that monkeys can (more or less) give birth to half-alien babies. I was as surprised as you might be.

The magazine has been out for a week, but it took until today for somebody to tell me I got quoted in Hispanic Magazine extolling the virtues of Austin as it pertains to la gente. Nice for the LCP, too.

By the way: The author of that piece, Gigi Anders, is working on a comedic memoir called JUBANA! Confessions of a Jewish Cubana Goddess. Should be out next year.

Just as quickly as we made our solemn pledge to deliver Monday-Friday comics, we just as quickly proved not-so-solemn, as the conspicuous absence of a new strip has made clear this morning. I'm just as shocked as you. But then, I'm not the one who has to draw the thing -- I just come up with ideas and try not to get veto'd.

We do have new banners and buttons, though, that you might do well to put on your own Web site as a way of letting people know, "Hey, fools, I'm down with monkeys. Be they from earth or from beyond. That's how I roll."

The Dallas trip was pretty fantastic. We did a little house partying after the show on Friday night and on Saturday mostly lazed about after a late back-porch chat fest that lasted till 5:30 a.m. the night (I use the word "night" loosely; what seemed like dawn was fast approaching when I finally hit Cesar's unusually comfortable hide-a-bed) before. We saw Manchurian Candidate, which I quite liked, mostly for the acting and the changes from the (still slightly superior) original. (I've linked to the script before, but damned if it doesn't deserve more pimping. That's a brilliant script right there.)

We saw the gorgeous murals at the Latino Cultura Center, (LCP meets LCC) a place I wanted to visit again, and soon. Then I had to drive back last Saturday night, sampling the best fast food I-35 South has to offer. Home, bed, Sunday rest, voice recording, other stuff and then Monday.