Think Tank #180

Posted by Bob on August 5, 2005: Hey all. Today's comic is up here. Closing arguments! How exciting is that!? Well, maybe. You be the judge. I think it turned out nice. The defense seems about right, I mean, how else could Bob be defended, other than an insanity plea? Makes perfect sense to me. Although, maybe that speaks volumes about me.

And in other site news, we have a new forum. I've had people tell me that the old one gave them troubles, so we switched to a new one. Gone are the days of having it log in every time you try to reply! So hopefully everything should be okay now. But, as always, if something doesn't work or something displays funny, make sure to let us know and we'll do whatever we can to fix it.

And by "we," I mean Steve, cause I ain't doing shit.

Oh, just so you know, as you're reading this, there's a good possibility I'm at the Comic Con. I'll be there Friday, Saturday and Sunday with Amanda and Liz in tow. I've got plenty of books I'm giving out, so if you are there and you see me, say hi and I'll give you a book. I look pretty similar to the comic Bob, but I have longer hair.

On to some links. First, I've got this, which is a collection of Japanese Sega Saturn commercials. I personally love the Bomberman one, myself. Man, I could really go for some Bomberman. That's a game that's begging to be put on the PSP. Maybe I'd play the damn thing then.

Hmm. Rednecks. Molotov Cocktails. Baseball bats.Surprisingly, it works out better than you'd think. Sadly, no one gets hurt. Ideally, this video would have ended with one of them getting the molotov thrown back at them, suffering third degree burns to 70 percent of their body, but hey, can't win 'em all.

Well, I suppose we've always got Super Dave for people getting hurt.

If this isn't masculine, then by god, I don't know what is.

President Asshole is coming! Look away, look away!

All right, another video of people getting hurt. This time, a bunch of idiots in an empty warehouse making a dry ice bomb. I'm sure you realize where this is headed.

I like to educate as well as entertain. So, here we have the origin of Ctrl Alt Del. Not the comic, I mean the keyboard shortcut. I dunno, I thought it was kinda interesting, cause I've wondered why that particular combo is what they used.

Yeah, I'm a giant nerd.

This is great. I gotta try that sometime.

I love good flash games. Here's a fun beat 'em up. The running strong attack works like a charm. Just double tap the direction you want to run then wail on S. Takes those little bastards out in no time.

And finally, we have a very permanent spam blocker. See you in a week folks, and don't forget to visit me at the comic con!

Posted by Steve on August 5, 2005: At about 10 minutes past 11 P.M., the phone rings. A phone call we've been expecting and dreading all at once. I scan my mind, hoping to find some other reason why my uncle would be calling this late. Unable to find one, I answer. The way my uncle quickly asks for my dad seals it. I know it before he even hangs up the phone. My grandfather has passed away.

On the old Bozo the clown show, they used to run Transformers cartoons. They'd basically take one episode and stretch it out over a few days, giving you a few minutes each day. My grandfather would dutifully spend each morning sitting through the Bozo Show, waiting to record that day's few minutes of Transformers for his grandsons. He amassed a library of Transformers cartoons, one tape after another, available to be borrowed at any time.

Over the years, I had grown to depend on him as the world's most accurate alarm clock. Every time I had a morning shift the next day, I'd make "the call", letting my grandfather know what time I needed to be up. Once again, he never missed a beat, the phone always rang on time. You could go over to his house and see little notes stuck to his television. "Steve, 8:00".

My grandfather was a proud and decorated World War 2 veteran. Like any good veteran, he had tons of war stories. My family used to kid each other about them. "Don't get him started with his war stories, or you'll be there all day." As I sat in his house yesterday, I couldn't help but think how good it'd be to hear him telling one right about now.