Smell ya later…

Jason is away for the weekend…and KAZ-BOT is too damned lazy to write anything. So if you’re so inclined, just mosey on over to check out the latest comic, and then write a little something about what ya read. Or just come back Tuesday, if you’re the lazy type too. Smell ya later, folks.

KAZ-BOT’s alright for fighting

Jason has left the safe confines of the blog-o-sphere for a few days. In his absence the recently paroled automatic Gil Thorp blogging robot KAZ-BOT will be filling in! 

KAZ-BOT works even harder at not working on Saturdays.

KAZ-BOT is running low on schnapps

Jason has left the safe confines of the blog-o-sphere for a few days. In his absence the recently paroled automatic Gil Thorp blogging robot KAZ-BOT will be filling in! 

KAZ-BOT would be concerned that Jason has yet to return, but then KAZ-BOT remembered…KAZ-BOT doesn’t mind mooching all Jason’s booze while he’s gone. Also, KAZ-BOT’s parole stipulated not leaving the country with Jason on his fact-finding mission to Ecuador.

KAZ-BOT has a posse

Jason has left the safe confines of the blog-o-sphere for a few days. In his absence the recently paroled automatic Gil Thorp blogging robot KAZ-BOT will be filling in! 

KAZ-BOT just googled “KAZ-BOT” and discovered there are eerily other KAZ-BOTs out there. Including MySpace KAZ-BOT and reading KAZ-BOT. At least all KAZ-BOTs share similar interests, such as beer, global conflict and track jackets.

KAZ-BOT ignores responsibility, just like Jason

Jason has left the safe confines of the blog-o-sphere for a few days. In his absence the recently paroled automatic Gil Thorp blogging robot KAZ-BOT will be filling in! 

KAZ-BOT has not followed this nonsense for quite some time. Instead of KAZ-BOT telling you what is amusing about the three panels above, why don’t YOU tell KAZ-BOT. And KAZ-BOT will pretend to care.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Your 2008 Mudlarkzzzzz

Is everyone excited for the annual strip where the entire starting line-up is announced? Nah, me neither. At least last year it was split up into two parts. Though there’s no mention of the catcher (Please be Cully, please be Cully!), or whiny Jim Gross, so I guess this could drag out another day. They better at least have promoted Tyler Jay to batboy. Maybe there is no catcher this year…they just purchased that portable batting cage to use at practice, and figure during games that their opponents will hit every crappy pitch they toss out there.

So is there ever really a point, other than tradition, to naming all these players? The story will inevitably focus on one or two losers (i.e. Vargas and Gregory) and we’ll get the occasional Token Grant Sanders appearance just to remind us that a black guy is on the team too, but other than that…do we really need to know that Bill “Sadie” Hawkins is playing second base? (Answer: No.)

And so a month after the start of spring, the Milford baseball team may think about possibly starting to maybe perhaps playing some games. It’s all so damned thrilling that I’m going to leave for the rest of the week, leaving KAZ-BOT (now on parole!) in charge of posting comics until I return.  Enjoy! 

 

Thanks Chester A. Arthur for my long weekend!

After a nonsensical lecture from Tyler Jay, the logic circuits of Robot Kaz and Robot Gil are clearly overloaded, causing them to smoke from the mouth. It’s only a matter of time before total combustion. Meanwhile…someone we’ve never really seen didn’t see something!

Sorry for the short post, folks. I’m skipping town to celebrate a raucous President’s Day weekend. In order to properly recognize the many contributions of Grover Cleveland, I plan on drinking on two non-consecutive occasions. I’ll be back Monday, but late, so feel free to comment fully on what Seja’s aunt didn’t see without me.

Putting the clown show on hiatus for retooling

A blip in the Milford Matrix causes Steve Rosen to chase himself as he catches the ball in the void of nothingness. Meanwhile, the shadowy architect of the Milford Matrix (or possibly Cully Vale, finally at the game after a week of binge eating and going through drawers with the Bad News Taurus gang…) looks on.

Then back to Marty Moon’s ever-changing booth! (Sadly, the most interesting aspect of football games this year.) It seems the fellow from yesterday was really just a technician there to install Moon-Bot*, the automatic Milford sports-broadcasting  robot. Today, Moon-Bot has rolled ever closer to Marty, who is so glazed over with boredom, he hasn’t even noticed this will be his last day on the job. Tomorrow Moon-Bot, with the smooth charm and voice of Von Haney and the stunning good looks of Brent Raptor, will take America by storm! Considering the latest plot twist is that a guy even less memorable than LG Howard Gourwitz is now injured, we better hope that Moon-Bot does something interesting.

I think this comic would more successfully hold our collective interest if they just gave up on the whole “playing sports” thing. After all, do any of you even remember what the record of the football team was the last three seasons? Neither do I, and frankly, I don’t care. What I do remember are the fist fights, self-clubbings, car explosions and chainsaw amputations. Don’t you think it would be awesome if they changed the format of Gil Thorp to Kaz and Gil driving around in a van and solving mysteries? Moon-Bot could be their wacky sidekick! This really needs to happen. Let’s get a letter-writing campaign started!

*And yes, Moon-Bot is a distant relative of the currently incarcerated Kaz-Bot.