November 26, 2010
Gratuitous Llama Turkey-Day Surprise Posting
"Llama......butchers?"
Thanksgiving found the Family Robbo installed in the bosom of my Godparents' extended clan gathering in the wilds of Tidewater Virginny yesterday. Altogether there were some twenty-five or six of us milling about. Children and dogs cavorted. Adults ate and drank heartily. And my eyes are still smarting from all the bonfire smoke that blew into my face later in the evening. Suffice to say, a good time was had by all.
Of course, most of these folks are quite well-known to me, but this time around there was a new face, my Godfathers' nephew, whom I'd never met before.
We spoke of this and that for a while, a bit on the cautious side, and eventually he admitted that he was a political cartoonist and that he did a strip called "Day By Day".
It took about thirty or forty seconds for this to sink in on my adult beverage-conditioned brain, but the penny suddenly dropped and I did the conventional quick-takum.
"Wait a minute," I said, "You're that Chris Muir?"
He confessed as much (and I'm here to tell you he's the living embodiment of Zed) and I quickly professed my fondness for the strip.
The family gathered within earshot, none of whom spend any time on teh blogs, didn't quite know what to make of all this. And their look of bewilderment only increased as Chris and I started talking the language of the 'sphere, bandying about Ace and his Legion of Morons, the KosKidz, Dr. Glenn "You bring the puppy and I'll bring the blender" Reynolds and other leading lights, both dexterous and sinister.
Oh, and Chris was kind enough to say that he had even heard of us Llamas, although I think he was just being polite.
Pretty small virtual world, ain't it.
Posted by Robert at November 26, 2010 01:53 PM | TrackBackWow. Nice Thanksgiving surprise.
Posted by: Diane at November 26, 2010 02:23 PMI heard of the llama butchers (probably through Ace), and to think one of you criminals is in my family circle heartens me.hah!
Robbo was fairly well-smoked at that campfire, but it looked like good wine.
hehheh
Posted by: Chris Muir at November 26, 2010 08:41 PMAwesome post but you should really try and getrid of all your sites spammers!
Posted by: lose weight at November 27, 2010 09:22 PMThat. Is. AWESOME!!!!!!!
Posted by: GroovyVic at November 28, 2010 08:02 AMNo cartoonist draws women better then Chris Muir. And hey, if Mary Katherine Ham has heard of you, than it's not a stretch to believe Chris Muir has.
http://www.y o u t u b e.com/watch?v=JEmH0c7LW3E
Wait for it -- at about 2:06.
Chris Muir once praised one of my articles' titles, and sent me a picture of Sam in a bikini. I was insufferable for weeks on end.
Although I do miss the days when Sam and Jan weren't quite so... well... zaftig...
J.
Posted by: Jay Tea at November 30, 2010 12:15 AMHey thar, Jay!
They're getting older,and more...zaftig!(or,Rubenesque)
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