Howdy, folks. Phil van Winkle here.
So if you're tired of hearing apologies... tough. You just heard another one. Ugh. I'm a stumbling mess. I need a class on sleeping. I seem to have forgotten all I've learned.
I've made a few more resolutions:
Oh, yes, and I need to add something about sleep. *yawn* Nighty night folks.
Alright! Got some work done, baby:
The quick forms at the bottom of each strip work again! Now there's no excuse for you not to reach out and touch me. In fact, reach out and touch me on my boo-tay.
Hate the comics but luv these weekly messages? Now you can view all the ones you've missed in the Homepage Message Archive! Search for mentions of your name! Marvel at Phil's inactivity!
And finally, Monday's is the 250th Skinny Panda strip. Yes, folks, it's taken me two-and-a-half years to produce eight months of comics. Ugh.
I hope you all enjoyed your holiday. And if you're interested, here are some MLK links you may find interesting:
So my latest vice is a Playstation game called "Frequency." It's a music game, and similar to "Dance Dance Revolution" and "Parappa The Rapper" in that it requires rhythm. Needless to say, I have about as much rhythm as a cornnut. I'll be finished with this game in 2007.
Someone please save me.
I can't believe the Patriots are going to the Super Bowl! Wooooohoooooo!!!! And I can't believe Capriati staved off four match points to beat Hingis in the Australian Open! Wooooohooooo, mate!!!!!
Unfortunately, I didn't watch any of it. Now I'm seriously considering getting cable. Yes, I know I've said it before, but this time I'm seriously considering maybe getting it.
The Past Episodes archive has been revamped. I hope you find it easier to use now. For example, all of the stick figure strips are marked (sf). Thanks to Mr. Wright of Todd and Penguin for helping get the wheels turning and for the idea of providing highlights.
And lastly... I CAN'T BELIEVE THE PATRIOTS ARE GOING TO THE MUZZERFREAKIN' SUPER BOWL!!!! WOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!!! IT'S WICKED AWESOME, BABY!!!! WOOOHOOO!!!!!
All I wanted was one Super Bowl... in my lifetime... just one... and... well... can I get a hallelujah? HALLELUJAH!!!!
Okay, enough gloating. I don't want to alienate the Midwestern folks out thar. Ayup.
Sorry I've been missing the Stick Figure Fridays lately. I've got a few in the oven, but just can't figure out where to go with them. Comedy? Tragedy? Dramedy? Scoobydooby? Tortured...
And finally, the Webcomic, Todd and Penguin, gets yet another plug, as this Tuesday, the guest strip I drew finally sees the light. Hallelujah!
I know some of you were disappointed to see yet another Friday go by without a stick figure strip. So, to appease you masses (and to build a little more anticipation before Robokitty's big race), we're making this week a Stick Figure Fest! That's right! A whole week of sticky fun! Hazzah!
So I've started attending a Korean language class. It was about time I tried again before I forgot the 10 or 20 words I already know.
And to my classmates -- who I warned not to visit this site -- and who, by unfortunate chance, will get their first viewing during a week of stick figure cartoons, based around herpes no less... well, please understand that this is not a representative sample.
Congratu-natal-ations go out to my cousin and his wife on the birth of their son (name TBA - I vote for "Gilmore").
I spoke with Gilmore's older brother, Kyung-Mo, now 11 years old, and asked how he likes his new baby brother. All he could muster was to plea, "Why - WHY - do babies cry so much?"
Little girls, kid. That's what make little boys cry... little girls...
I saw Glen Phillips, formerly of Toad the Wet Sprocket, play his one-man acoustic show this past weekend at Joe's Pub here in NYC. Simply fret-tastic. Although upon my request for his rendition of "The Rainbow Connection" he just turned to me and went "naahhh." Bugga.
Thanks once again to the hyper-knowledgable John (proper name. I wasn't hooking that evening) who I met outside Joe's Pub searching for people with extra tickets (along with myself). The boy saved me a seat inside. Rescued my weak knees from a standing room.
And, if you haven't yet heard Glen sing "Rainbow Connection," then, landsakes, go log onto Kazaa or Morpheus right now and get it. You listen to it, you feel pain.
Sorry about the late start this week. I've been in a bit of a shambles these past few days.
Nothing major, but I think spending night and day cooped up in my apartment is starting to take its toll. My thoughts are starting to jumble together like a bag of hot gummi bears. I'm even having trouble communicating with other humans now. One friend told me over the phone that I was starting to sound like Rain Man.
So today, I took a baby step and made a quick jaunt out to Manhattan. Bought some Michelangelo wine glasses and an oil cruet at Crate & Barrel and then went to the gym to lift some baby weights.
All in all, not a bad experiment. Tomorrow perhaps I'll even try talking to someone.
Hmm... it looks like I did it again. Sorry.
Last weekend, I just didn't get any work done, starting off the week on the very wrongest foot. And, well, I just couldn't get it together after that. But this week, I'm better prepared: I've got Ephedrine.
You can also check out a new link, ThisIsAReal.com, by my buddy, Dave Miller, who's currently studying Artificial Intelligence at UMass Amherst, with the goal of creating a robot boy who's love is real, though he is snot.
Congratulations to Joonus, who, once completing her Ph.D. in Literature, will utilize her post-doc year tackling an "insufficiently addressed" issue in her next paper, to be titled, "Articulating the Inarticulable Lacuna of Queer Desire: Theorizing the Lesbian Bunghole."
I, myself, opt to wait for the movie.
You already know that I'm a big pop culture sucker, but even this may dismay you. The following constituted my Sunday evening:
Ladies and gents, I've just subjected myself to NINE HOURS of Oscars television.
I didn't want to tell you, but I then decided a full "cleansing" was in order.
Well, I hope you all had a nice holiday. I celebrated Easter with scrumptious cheesecake from Junior's and fabulous jerk chicken from a take-out place near my brother's apartment, all here in Brooklyn. Why people feel the need to live in smelly ol' Manhattan, I'll never know.
A former vice of mine hath returned: The Sims. If you haven't played this computer game yet, then don't. Three-hour stretches flow like water. The big drama for my "Crankie" family came when Mama Crankie dived into a fistfight with Hussie (the "other" woman). Once the dustball settled, Hussie emerged the winner. So Mama, in a huff, tied a bandana full of her things to a stick and walked out of the game.
The funny thing is all of this happened while I was off cooking dinner.
Sorry, folks, no new Skinny Pandas this week. My proverbial bat-plate of bat-ideas is bat-empty.
I will take some time to dander amongth the fresh daisies thatath bloometh in Brooklynne, find glorious inspiration, and return next week.
Till then, you hath better get this party started.
Well! That was refreshing. Thanks for your patience while I was gone last week.
I experienced a rite of passage this past weekend. While flipping through TV channels, I came upon the Masters Tournament of golf. I then paused... considered... and then proceeded to enjoy the rest of the broadcast. Unbelievable.
All that video game golf (Hot Shots 3, baby) has apparently opened my eyes to appreciate what was once my Sunday television arch-nemesis.
Crikey. This means I'm getting old, doesn't it?
Ugh. Thank you, cold weather. Please stay awhile.
Last week was horrible, climate-wise. We hit a muggy 985 degrees here in New York City. I awoke each morning with my sheets soaked (so what else is new).
If you're in the Pittsburgh area this weekend, be cure to check out the Pittsburgh Comicon at the Pittsburgh Expomart. My good buddies from AltBrand will have a booth there, doling out schwag and signing bosoms.
Well, I guess I had a lapse last week. I apologize for not posting and for not responding to your e-mails. I promise to catch-up with all of you within the next couple of days.
Those of you who've flittered around my links page may have visited my nephew, Kyung-Mo's stagnant Web site. Well, I finally have a photo of Kyung-Mo's new little brother. I tell you, those are some cheeks.
And for those of you who agree that war and logic just don't seem to mix, check out the hilarious strip Get Your War On. Thanks to Christinamina in Washington, Dicina for the referencina.
My 11-year-old nephew wasn't satisfied with the photo I posted of him last week. So he sent me a new one.
Ah, yes, it seems that vanity has finally set in for the kid. And we all know that's a symptom of one thing: trying to impress the girls. (Boy, I hope he reads this.) Plus here are new pictures of his baby brother. These are ridiculously cute.
My nephew writes: "...let me tell you something: my mom was the person who told me to change the photos. Not me... Don't write things that include the word 'girl.', okay?"
I've discovered that I am completely, head-over-heels, in love with Lauren Graham from "Gilmore Girls." She was on a rerun of Conan tonight, and won my heart over with her adorably sincere laughter. That's it: tomorrow I'm going back to the gym... and I will purchase steroids from the man in the red warm-ups... and I will grow breasts from the side effects... and Lauren will love me...
Have you ever wanted to punch a hole in your monitor at work? Well, hold off because we've got brand new Skinny Panda Desktop Wallpaper! What? You've already punched a hole in your monitor? Well, then, I can't help you.
At the end of game 3 last Saturday, when the Celtics pulled off that amazing comeback, I desperately wanted to run out into the street and celebrate. Unfortunately, I was in the wrong city (since when did New Yorkers stoop to becoming Nets fans??). So I had to settle for yelling in my living room. (I gotta get out of this city...)
My job's shipping me off to San Francisco this week, so I might miss a few strips this week and next. (For those of you who just muttered to themselves, "well, so what else is new?" then... uh... um...)
And last but not least, we have new desktop wallpaper for which to trim your monitor with. Thanks to Carlos for submitting some great stuff.
I'm back from a fantastic time in San Francisco. The most fun I've had in a while. Picture eleven wackos in a karaoke room jumping on sofas and screaming at a TV as it scrolls the lyrics to "Tainted Love."
Skinny Panda's going to take an impromptu break. I have out-of-town visitors this week and, due to poor preparation, wasn't able to have the new episodes ready in time. My apologies.
But not to fret! He'll be back next week. Till then, please be well and eat your greens.
Ah, well, South Korea's loss to Germany and Turkey in the World Cup was disappointing to watch, but won't keep me up at night. I'm just thankful I was able to experience the bedlam in NYC's Koreatown right after the Spain victory. Hundreds of happy Koreans is a beautiful thing.
It's too bad about the negative reaction towards the ruling on the Pledge of Allegiance case. It's a good point that was actually made to me by one of my elementary school teachers. Made sense then, and, hey, makes sense now.
I've only done a smidgen of research so far, but here are a few links you may find interesting:
If you know of other worthwhile readings, please lob them over.
The 2002 Cartoonist's Choice Awards winners for Internet comics have been announced. Go check out the winners list and maybe you'll discover a new favorite (and, no, Skinny Panda didn't win anything. Don't worry. Keep your flowers. I'm fine.)
And, finally, thanks to Dave at Todd and Penguin for pointing me to this interesting article in Slate, "The Pledge of Allegiance: Why we're not one nation 'under God.'" If youz gotz any more, pleez hookz me up.
Wednesday's strip is the once-a-year-let's-do it-in-color edition. Yes, I know it looks like a washed-out old comic book. But why can't you just be happy for me and love me for who I am, not what I eat...
I am not a number. I am a free man. I am not a free man. I am a candlestick maker — a sheik 'n beaker...
Holy crap, I need more sleep....
I know you've been waiting for it. This week and next features The Baby Series. I know you've been waiting for it.
Even more desktop wallpaper for youz folkz! Good ol' Anders from Denmark pulled out his little sketchy input thingy and cranked out two new original drawings for youz guyz to decorate your monitorz wif.
My cousin, Richard, introduced me to an amazing site: Homestarrunner.com. These are some of the funniest, cutest animations out there. Make sure you have Flash installed and speakers (or headphones) to listen with. I suggest you click on "first time here?" and then, after the welcome speech, take a look at "Strong Bad Emails."
I'm so sickly sickly jealous. However, it's always a joy (and a relief) to discover good entertainment. It seems rarer these days, no? Or maybe I'm just getting old... (*crap*)
Well, I don't really have anything to talk about this week. Sorry, poopies. But I did just watch the movie "The Fast Runner." Pretty cool stuff. When you're in the mood for a 3-hour-long, handheld-shot, piece of folklore / PBS documentary, it fits the bill quite nicely.
Thanks to my friend, Christini, I am now the proud owner of "Britney's Dance Beat." In this videogame (for 12-year-old girls), you play an aspiring back-up dancer auditioning for Britney's next tour. I've been playing as the character Elisa. I like her. She's spunky.
I know you're all drooling in anticipation for the next episode of "American Idol," my official summertime vice. I'm still trying to understand the phenomenon behind that which is Justin Guarini (the one who looks like Sideshow Bob from "The Simpsons"). All the women I know love this guy. So here's the lesson, I guess: learn how to sing and women will start lining up, even if you look like a Muppet.
Well, I finally introduced my cousins, Sandy and Judy, to the movie "Say Anything." In turn, they made me watch "Coyote Ugly." Something topsy-turvy going on here...
Michelle was kind enough to email-in a response to last week's challenge question: What the heck do chicks see in Justin (aka "Cheese Boy") Guarini of "American Idol?"
Sayeth Michelle: "It's like this. The guy is different. That's why everyone likes him. I can't get enough and I'm no giddy teenager. I'm a 33-year-old mother of 2... I can't really pinpoint what it is about him. He has a little bit of everything without going overboard in any one area. He seems nice. Not too nice. He is cute. Not too cute. He has talent. Not outstanding, but very likable. And so on. At least his hair is his own."
Well put, Michelle. And while I still don't like the guy, I may just steal some fashion tips from him. In fact, I'm going to go dress-up like him right now and then kick my own ass.
Sorry about that extended break. Some little switch flicked in my head and I had a bugger of a time trying to flick it back.
At least these past two weeks were minimally productive. I finally played around with Mac OS X, watched KellyKellyKelly win "American Idol," and took-in a few matches at the U.S. Open (all were blowouts, though. Ugh.)
So now that The Baby Series is over, we have a new stick figure strip to bookend it. I'll try to get another one up this week. That all depends upon how much sleep I can get.
You might be interested to hear that David Wright's strip "Taking Up Space" has launched as a regular series. Think of it as "Peanuts" for the new millennium.
Well, I need to apologize again for the unscheduled break last week.
I'd feel less guilty if I could tell you I was the victim of some deep-seeded, angsty creative block that had me cowering in the corner, sucking on appendages.
But, in fact, I've been off in La La Land, traipsing, trysting and canoodling. As a friend of mine puts it, I'm involved in a "budding romance" with a bewitching and cerebral lassie, who blanches when I tell her she's Jennifer Aniston and Lauren Graham conveniently wrapped inside an Asian package.
I sicken myself. Truly. It is to barf.
I spent the entire weekend wiping out my hard drive and installing Mac OS 10.2 (aka "Jaguar," "Jag-wire" and "Jag-yoo-ar"). I am quite pleased with myself. For those of you not familiar with Macintoshes, that means I can now spend my day clicking on pretty pretty candy-like buttons that melt in your mouse.
If you have a raving OS X software / shareware / game recommendation, please shoot me a pretty pretty e-mail.
So I probably spent over 15 hours this past weekend filling in the ID3 tags on my MP3s. For those of you who didn't know, you can add information to your MP3 music files including song title, album, year, genre, etc. For the organization freak, such as moi, this is as important as the music itself. And now that my MP3 player, iTunes, can automatically sort songs based on their tag info, I feel the divine inclination to use it up till I croak.
I'll let you in on a secret: in the event this comics thing doesn't work out, I've thought about getting a Masters in Library Science and going into Information Architecture. I can only dream that, someday, we all may be using the Skinny Decimal System...
Howdy, frauleins und fraulinders und kinders und berliners. Just a note to tell you that Skinny Panda will be off this week, as Phil is vacationing in sunny, tropical Oakland for his birthday. (Happy b-day to me. I live in a tree.)
All of y'all who have written to me recently, I beg of you to please give me some more time, and I will respond by the week forthcoming. I swear to goodness, and all that is skinny.
Thanks to all for the birthday wishes, and for waiting so patiently for me to return all of your emails. You make a great-uncle proud.
Once again I think I'll be able to survive another Halloween without having to dress up. It's not that I don't enjoy dressing up. I just can't think of anything good. I don't want to walk around New York City looking lame. I know, it's sad. Leave it be.
My friend did tell me about a guy she saw last weekend dressed up as Mugatu from Zoolander. That cracked me up. "Haapyy... haapyy.. haapyy..."
Ah, another election day... another bunch of crappy New York candidates to sort through. I can't remember the last time I was even close to feeling enthusiastic about a candidate for any office.
But, I'm still planning on going to the polls on Tuesday. Can't be too cynical. Go vote, people. Hey, there's usually at least one juicy proposition worth killing.
Well, we're finally back to normal Autumn temperatures here in New York. Nevertheless, I've been spending my time indoors, reconnecting with my youth by listening to The Smiths and learning some programming.
At least I can open the windows and air-out my apartment now. During my weekend stretches, when I leave maybe once to take out the garbage, the smell tends to get kind of stale in here. Maybe it's time to invest in a Renuzit.
This past weekend marked first contact with my girlfriend's family, and I tell you, it was like Normandy redux. Every time I turned my head away, her mother would poke me in the solar plexus with a carving fork. The time she finally drew blood was her cue to chastise me for being "the thinnest-skinned milksop my daughter's ever brought home."
Meanwhile, her older sister, Florence, kept grilling me about what car I drove. When I finally admitted that I did not own a car, she shrieked, kicked me behind the knees till I fell on my stomach, turned me over, and pounded my groin with a gallon-size jar of pickled radish. "Whatchu say?!? Having trouble walking?!?" she began to scream, "Maybe NOW you'll find a car useful!"
Of course, this whole time, my girlfriend was out collecting firewood. When I later explained to her what happened, she giggled, "you silly. Stop exaggerating so much. They're just having fun. Now let's go check out the new Nissans."
I'm in the midst of changing Web site hosts, so for the next few days, you might experience glitches with the mail forms and Skinny Panda by E-mail page. Sorry about the inconvenience, my snookumses.
Sorry if anyone experienced any glitchy things over the weekend, either e-mailing me, or using the Skinny Panda by E-mail page. I just moved my Web site to Fatcow.com (how synergistic is that, huh?). I think I've finally gotten all the kinks out, but feel free to buzz me if you find anything that goes kablooey.
Ah, yes, another trip to see the folks in Massachusetts this week (my parents, not the pilgrims). I was able to convince my mother not to take us to a hotel buffet for Thanksgiving again this year (you couldn't dream up a more depressing atmosphere). So I think we're staying home and ordering Domino's or something. I like to soak the CinnaStix in my hot cider. It's so festive.
Anyhow, have a good holiday, folks.
Woohoo! I finally awoke to snow falling this morning. It was fantastico. Although while walking to work, I noticed that people had expressions of pain on their faces. It's such a tragedy, but everyone in New York City hates snow. People here would hate tulips if they fell from the sky.
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May 19, 2008
Sorry for the inconsistency with the posts. I am trying to stick to a M-W-F schedule. However, getting to sleep at a reasonable hour is a high priority these days.
When Skinny Panda first started nine years ago (PUNG!), I had no problem getting through the workday on 3 hours of sleep. But now that I'm old and crusty, I need at least seven or else my gizzards fall out.
So why did I decide to "go color" these past few weeks even though it adds hours to the process? Ho ho ho... stop asking silly questions, you silly munchkin...