Having survived a small trip to NYC I now return to present you with the contest results! Let it be known that we had 555 submissions, and we evaluated every one of them. It wasn't an easy pick; we narrowed it down to 25 or so that we thought were really solid.
That said, congratulations to theredfish for his excellent submission! YOU ARE THE WINNER. This comic had us in stitches at the beginning of judging; an excellent start to the process.
As you get older your tastes change, and you get less excited about some things and more excited about others. Cereal box prizes have maintained a static level of excitement for me, though, from childhood into adulthood. Pouring out breakfast and finding a toy in my bowl fills me with irrational delight, even though I inevitably give them to my Dad, who likes to fiddle with things as he works. Here are some of our favorite prizes (John, post yours in the comments! I'll add it tomorrow):
Hey guys. I got caught with some business out of town, which means that Yuko, John and Ananth have not yet gotten to take part in the judging of the contest. Therefore! as I'd like them to be part of it, winners will be announced on Tuesday. Sorry about that!
If you're relatively new to the comic, I apologize! In the past we've covered Yuko's aversion to girly things. It is touched upon again here - clearly, Yuko is not a makeup kinda gal.
The epilogue to this comic is that George was about to explain why he wanted lipstick, and then I stopped him. I really don't want to know.
My mom is the youngest of all her siblings, and I think I'm the last of my cousins on her side who has procreated.
And then we visited relatives this weekend with my aunts.
And then everyone was talking about grandkids.
And then came the accusatory eyes.
I'm going to have to convince my brother to get a girlfriend and have kids or something.
Yuko, John and I were in NYC recently, and when we were done with our business we took an hour to walk around. We went down to St. Marks, and as we were walking past a vendor, I noticed a rack of Kanye West's trademark glasses. Now, a detour: A few weeks ago, while Conrad was gone to Rochester, Yuko took to defacing his 360 avatar once a day ... John and I pitched in, and together we created CONYE, Conrad's ghetto superstar alter-ego. With that in mind, our thought process should be pretty obvious.
Hey everyone! Wow, thank you so much for the turnout on the contest, but it is officially closed!! The winner will be announced next Thursday! Sorry, but I now have 600 of these to go through; it's gonna take me some time. ;)
This was certainly not one of my finer moments. Fearing for the safety of the plastic pipes in our old apartment, I simply started disposing of the grease out the second-story window, which left a pleasant little pattern in the snow below. Little did I know, of course, that all the grease was actually sinking below the snow until around March when the snow melted. You could see a grease stain in the concrete below that must have measured a half-meter in diameter. No lie, it was kind of gross.