Half of this Canadian Propaganda Commercial is about a child freezing to death! Canada!

This one depicts a town that has too many sick people and not enough space to save them, right? So they all work together to make a hospital that provides its services for free. That’s nice. Although this Heritage Minute has none of the extreme quotability that I love for things for, it is about one of my favorite things about Canada, the free healthcare. That’s important in a country where kids freeze to death on a regular basis.

I also like the two guys who point out that since they’re the best builders in town, they can build a hospital. Of this, I approve. These aren’t two guys saying “we can build this hospital cheaper than anyone else in town,” because that would be insane. Who would want to live in a society where hospitals, or anything for that matter, was built by the people who can do it the cheapest? But anyway, I think I’m going to try to turn “We built the best barn, so we’ll build the hospital!” into something I can work into discussions. Hey, if I can fit “Oh Sire, until the end of time” into everyday conversation on a regular basis, I can do this.

But because that quote is not yet at the forefront of our culture, I can only give this one Three out of Six Pieces of PDR’s Reviewing System Cake. It’s a rare case where I actually like the thing the Heritage Minute is about more than I like the Heritage Minute itself.

I’m too busy for making new comics this week, so I’ve only got the Phone Guys to fall back on, but I wasn’t willing to let that be all there was, so I invested five minutes and risked my sanity by digging up something from the Contains2 archive. I believe this used to be on a secret page, but now it is here for all to see:

And here’s that Phone Guys

Today my computer got a virus. It was pretty minor affair compared to the last virus attack I had to put up with. The virus cleverly tried telling me that I had viruses and that I should download something to fight them. No doubt if I had I’d be in worse shape than I am now. But I recognized that since last time I’ve been paying for the full AVG-anti-virus software and that it should be enough to take care of anything. So I ran that scan in safe mode and it took care of things.

Of course doing that took a bunch of time I’d have preferred to spend on other things. Computer viruses are stupid.

Once again, only one page of Robots:

And, as ever, the Phone Gentlemen:

Well, once again the apocalypse has let me down. Now I’m gonna have to pay rent and all that stuff again. Thanks for nothing, End of the World.

Haiku!

Unknowable frog.
You have confounded us all.
How you jump so high?

In other news, I just bought a box of Crayola crayons. Is it my imagination or do they not smell the same as they did when I was younger. I suppose the possibility exists that it has been so long since I’ve bothered to smell crayons that they have changed and I was left unaware. It is also possible that my own body reacts differently to smells than it used to. It is sad that I can’t tell if crayons have changed or if my memory is imperfect or what. Stupid reality being essentially unknowable.

I have noted in the past that my blood seemed to taste better than it does now. The smell of crayons and the taste of my own blood. Is nothing from my childhood sacred?

So, right before work yesterday I took the time to fill out the Canadian Census thing. As you all should know, I declared myself an independent nation years ago, but have continued on as a Canadian citizen as well for the sake of good relations. I expected this might lead to some problems with the government questionnaire, but only once did it even come close to being complicated:

“Is there anyone listed above who is a government representative of another country (for example, embassy or high commission)?”

Well, I’ve never really gotten around to figuring out how the government of Patrick D Ryall works, so I was able to honestly answer “no” to that.

It went on to not ask me any questions about my ethnicity (though it did make me feel bad for not having learned a second language yet). And I also never got a question about my religion. I was totally hoping to name my belief system so that maybe we’d be moving towards its acceptance as a belief system instead of just being the rantings of one lonely idiot.

Anyway, at work it was explained to me that what I filled out was probably just the mandatory short form census and that the optional long one would have covered all that. Oh well. Next time.

But hey, I took the option to have my answers revealed 92 years from now! Fame is coming my way!

Here’s something PDR did a little work on:

Fear Itself: Fellowship of Fear

Written by VARIOUS
Select Character Artwork by GUS VAZQUEZ Cover by PATRICK SCHERBERGER

A companion to FEAR ITSELF, bringing you up to speed on all things frightening! Handbook profiles for characters that thrive on fear (Dreamqueen! Fear-Eaters! Fear-Lords! The Darkforce Dimension’s Predator! Shock/Ariel Trennmore! The Golden Age’s Dr. Fear!), events that have terrified (Chaos War! The Gauntlet! Second Coming! Kang Dynasty! Shadowland!) and one of the main architects of FEAR ITSELF: Sin/Red Skull! Also featuring a map tracing recent events that have terrified Marvel’s denizens and mini-profiles providing the basics on the six characters chosen as hammer wielders!
32 PGS./Sourcebook/Rated T+ …$3.99 In Stores: August 31, 2011

Oh hey, Monday is going on…

I gots a Secret. A Secret Government Robots, that is.

Plus there’s the comic I started last weekend, but the computer killed it on me.

You see, the “it” that the coach wanted sent “outta the park” was not a baseball, as one might expect, but some sort of alien. And it isn’t even a baseball park. Oh, how odd.

Plus, some Phone Guys:

So, before work on Friday I wanted to finish the story I started last Friday the Thirteenth, so I did that. Since I’m not getting much work done on the Hover Head story I wanted to do, it is good to something with those characters again. Too bad I had no real idea what I was doing and I wanted to get it done before work (on Friday the Thirteenth) and thus ended with a story where even the characters don’t know how to end it. Oh well. The best thing about finishing a story is that it clears a little bit of space in my brain, and that has been accomplished. So that’s good.

Haiku!

Irresponsible!
You let the tiger get out.
Go to your room, Bill.

I had a movie idea the other day that I figure I should write down to prove I had it before it is inevitably made by someone else: Undead Monsters playing Russian Roulette while talking about their lives. Possible ending: the bullet goes through the ghost’s head and hits the mummy.