Mike Beversluis

Thursday, June 04, 2009

that old intergenerational tension

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Saturday, May 16, 2009

I can relate...

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Saturday, January 10, 2009

2009 Eustace Tilley Contest


Not quite as storied as the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest (Literally, Literally), here is the 2009 Eustace Tilly Contest. The above entry should win.

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Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Ho ho ho


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Wednesday, October 01, 2008

NYCotD

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Friday, September 26, 2008

Been awhile

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

NYCotD

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Sunday, December 16, 2007

That son of a bee

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Saturday, November 10, 2007

The economy is just really tough now

... is the business version of I think we should just be friends.

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Thursday, October 04, 2007

NYCotD

Stolen, in bulk, from here.

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Sunday, September 23, 2007

Playing Chicken with the MetroRail

I agree, the Wagner is an inspired choice on this bit of stupid driving youtube ha ha. And speaking of: You call that Wagner?

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Thursday, August 30, 2007

Ever So Tangentially Related

NYCotD

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Monday, July 16, 2007

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Monday, June 11, 2007

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PS, this one totally cracked me up too.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

NYCotD

The most realistic cartoon about science, ever . [stolen from]*

*also scientific.

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Wednesday, May 23, 2007

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[from here, of course]

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Friday, May 04, 2007

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“The love ballad I’m about to sing will pose a lot of uncomfortable questions about gender identity and class-based issues. I hope you can handle it.” (Female rock singer announces a song.)

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Monday, April 30, 2007

My Country Right or Wrong


Occasionally, New Yorkers remember whose side they are on.

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Saturday, April 21, 2007

NYCotD

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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Sports



Well, that was a good game. Mariners win 3-0 on a 1 hit shut out. Here is a not really related cartoon which somehow captures the moment.


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The odd thing about baseball and sports in general, is that the outcome of a completely insane-when-you-think-about-it game played by guys I know not at all personally makes me feel good or bad. I guess the ultimate expression of this is the Olympics, where I'm supposed to root for semi-pro ice curlers based on the flag design of their unitard. And the rules for sports are bizarre, arcane, arbitrary, and mostly incomprehensible. It is a great metaphor for life, which is mostly absurd and mostly hilarious*.

I have worked in a mostly European group in the past and have only marginally defended baseball (and only marginally made fun of soccer; except when the French lost. That was great). Anyway, you either get baseball or you don't, in which case you have bad taste in sports and you should feel bad.

* "Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh."
George Bernard Shaw

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