Thursday, July 28, 2005

Demetri Martin to Perform at the "This Isn't Working" Benefit Party!

So we got the bad news (well, good news/bad news) that Christian Finnegan had booked a movie with Tom Lennon from Reno 911 and shooting begins, wouldn't you know it, on Monday, August 1st, the same night as our benefit. Now, we hear tell that Christian didn't immediately drop us...he tried to no avail to negotiate a different start time. For that, we thank him and we most certainly congratulate him on this great opportunity. However, we owe even bigger thanks to publicist extraordinaire Kambri Crews, who immediately secured us another outstanding (and internationally celebrated) comedian: Demetri Martin, five-time winner of Drink at Work's prestigious World's Most Handsome Comedian award.

So thanks Kambri and Demetri, and good luck Christian! And we'll see the rest of you on Monday...or else.

(By the way, the buzz is that some Original Orgy Shirts designed by Frank Marciuliano will be given away during the quiz show, so I'd get there early if I were you.)

About Demetri Martin:

Demetri Martin began his career in comedy when he dropped out of law school. After graduating from Yale College, Demetri headed to NYU School of Law with a full scholarship. When he realized that law school was boring, Demetri started doing stand-up across the street at the Boston Comedy Club in Greenwich Village.

Since venturing into comedy, Demetri has taped his own 1/2 hour special Comedy Central Presents: Demetri Martin and has appeared on Late Night with Conan O'Brien. He has contributed writing to The Daily Show and written for VH-1's Don't Quote Me. In addition, he can be seen as an on-camera personality on Showtime's ShoNext channel. Most recently, Demetri won the 2003 Jury Award prize for Best One-Person Show at the Aspen Comedy Festival and the 2003 Perrier Award at the Edinburgh Fringe festival.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Ask an Opinionated Drunk

Thanks to the very name of our site, we at Drink at Work.com are often inundated with numerous career-related questions. But rather than provide you with glib answers or do anything that breaks us out of our regular routine of peanut butter crackers and napping, we instead now turn your queries over to our advice columnist, The Opinionated Drunk.

Q. When I accepted my new job, I was promised a "promotion track" position brimming with "career-defining" potential. As it turns out, because of the nature of the organization for which I work, my job has mostly involved a lot of tedious paperwork with all the aggravation, but none of the fun, of doing one's taxes. Am I the victim of a bait-and-switch technique or is this just the slow start to greater things? — Stalled in Secaucus

Opinionated Drunk: Sometimes you just have to make the best of a bad situation, like the time I sprayed water on a small grease fire only to watch my illegal sublet burn down but then later found a nickel at the shelter. For example, a few years ago when I was just starting out starting over yet again, I took a position defined as perfect for a "team player" who wanted to "think on their feet" in a "collaborative environment" where one could "truly be proactive" and "determine their own career path." But then the bottom fell out of the carny business. So much for the so-called "New Economy." Gone were my dreams of a lucrative career guessing people’s weight, age or—in the "red states"—our customers’ ethnicity or sexual preferences. Instead, like you, I was relegated to pushing papers around on a desk in what proved to be the travelling sideshow’s least enjoyable performance attraction ever. Eventually I was downsized—to the midget tent—and forced to juggle people no bigger than your average well-fed twelve-year-old, which not only proved hell on my back but resulted in more head traumas and spinal cord injuries than I wish to admit in print. By the end I was left with nothing to do but hide the liquor from the clowns, who proved even more frightening sober than when they were on a Listerine bender. Still, I did get plenty of fresh air, grew to appreciate facial hair on women and even got to keep a two-headed calf as a pet until bad press over "Mad Cow" disease forced us to advertise it as a it as a two-headed unicorn, only to have the animal stolen one night by the Society for Creative Anachronisms. But looking back I had fun and when there’s no cash to be made, nothing else really matters…except health insurance, a roof over your head and meals that don’t consist entirely of spare cotton candy and peanut shells. Ahh, good times. Good times indeed.

If you have a work-related problem and are sick and tired of seeking help from highly-qualified professional career counselors, post your question in the comments section below and we'll give it to The Opinionated Drunk just as soon as he's through screaming at the Golden Tee machine at the far corner of the bar.

Monday, July 25, 2005

This Week's Eye Opener

Thoughts Entertained During the Long Drive Between Mobile and Birmingham, AL
Francesco Marciuliano
    Has there ever been a cow so big that even a vegetarian said, “We better kill that thing"?

    If I were a career counselor for a midget, how long would I have to dance around the whole “circus” option?

    If I were a transformer I would be a gasoline truck because, really, who’s gonna fuck with you?
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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Comic Strip Writing 101: All about the Hamiltons

Lesson Twelve: Becoming a Cartoonist to Get Rich Is Like Becoming an Actuary to Get Blown.

Cartooning is more than a profession. It's a passion. You do it because you can't not do it, much like kleptomania but without having to explain why you're wearing three sapphire rings on each thumb. To put it bluntly, someone doesn't aspire to be a cartoonist. They already are one, constantly doodling at school, at work, at the home they share with their older sibling who swears to God that they're going to kick your worthless ass out if you don't apply for that coffee barista job and start bringing in something other than free alternative weeklies. And such a revelation can be both immensely gratifying and utterly horrifying. Sure, it's nice to know what you want to do for the rest of your life but where's the joy when it's a career that initially promises little outside of the opportunity to repeatedly defend your choice to anyone who footed your college tuition? Yes, it's a tough road you've been destined to traveled, one poorly paved and oft-lined with check-cashing operations, illegal sublets and that scary Arby's that reeks of urine and Arby's food. But for all those who have the fortitude to venture forth, we offer a few simple yet significant rules.

1. Cartooning offers great rewards, but few of them can be exchanged for goods or services.
People often think that the life of a syndicated cartoonist is nothing but non-stop glamour, pimped-out rides and homes so big that if you peer down the main hallway you can actually spot your own back. For some inexplicable reason they think that we don't let out a high-pitched scream when our bills arrive. That when confronted with a $60 parking ticket our initial thought isn't "Leave your old life behind." That winning Lotto isn't our "Plan A." That when guests come over we don't have to apologize for the gaps in the floor. That we don't inquire about "employee discounts" when it comes to Mentos. The fact of the matter is, on average, newspapers pay approximately $60 a month to run a comic strip. That money is then split evenly between the syndicate and the cartoonist. Hence, if your strip runs in 100 newspapers you will receive $3000 a month, which may not sound particularly paltry until you realize that the three grand is before tax, that only a small percentage of comics ever break the 100 newspaper barrier and that cartoonists are notorious for pissing away their monthly paychecks on bar bets, cockfights and ball-gags.

2. Get a second job before you have to apply for a sixth loan.
When I was just starting out in the cartooning business, trying to get my feet in the door or my artwork through a crack in the editor's car window, I sought out all sorts of additional revenue streams, constantly looking for those employment opportunities that offered an ideal salary (in that I recognized the currency mentioned), compatible job requirements (shirt and pants) and cited "health benefits" without quickly following it up with the phrase "include an assortment of Band-Aids and pamphlets" (after all, it's always nice to suffer a paper cut without having to suffer through bankruptcy court again). I searched of ways to make extra cash day after day, month after month, to the detriment of both my relationship (forgot to feed my pet bird, the late "Little Feathers") and any semblance of a social life--a social life that, thanks to the absence of a regular salary and social skills that would engender pity from a shut-in, more or less consisted of taking the New York City bus and accidentally appearing in tourists' photographs. And now, thanks to all that constant pounding of the pavement, not only am I a syndicated cartoonist but I can also afford to buy ties rather than make my own from discarded carpet samples.

3. Create a premise you can live with even when you can't afford to live anywhere.
Since it may take some time to earn a decent wage for your efforts, it is crucial to create a comic strip concept that will keep you interested even when it seems the only thing you can think about is how nice it would be to have a second peanut for dinner. The best way to do this is to devise a character that has not only goals to achieve but also great obstacles to overcome. In screenwriting this is known as "The Principle of Antagonism" which more or less states, "A protagonist and his or her story can only be as intellectually fascinating and emotionally compelling as the forces of antagonism make them." By antagonism I don't mean a specific villain. I mean a negative force that so tests the limits of your character's energy and resolve that he or she must gain surpassing quality to surmount such tremendous odds and become a fully realized, deeply empathetic character. Take Charlie Brown for instance. He longed for a normal, happy childhood but was constantly plagued by his own crippling insecurities as well as the often capricious yet common cruelties of his fellow classmates. Or take Beetle Bailey. He is forever in search of a nap but alas is ceaselessly thwarted by whatever the hell happens in that strip from panels two through four.

4. Wacky equals funny like fish equals tree bark.
Never second-guess what makes you laugh. So many cartoonists have turned their backs on what they find funny to produce work that will play to what they perceive as "the masses." Truth is, no matter what the media says, there are no "masses" in America. There is no "middle of the road" or "majority viewpoint." There are just 300 million people who at any given point can't understand for the life of them what the other person finds so fucking funny. Just like so many other topics up for debate, when it comes to humor there is no one dominant perspective. Yet again and again comic strip writers play for a center that isn't there, removing anything unique or visionary in their voice for fear that everyone wants to hear the same old thing. And when you excise what's so singular, what's so special about your humor, you don't have humor at all. You have what is commonly referred to as "wacky." Something that's silly, that's irrational and that pertains to nothing that anyone can feel, can relate to or can concur with on any level. Humor has to have weight, it has to have meaning and, yes, sometimes it has to have a touch of sadness or an echo of tragedy to resonate from the page. That doesn't mean all good humor is "dark humor." It just means it has to posses some significance outside of its own punch line. It's that very important rule that separates the movie "Groundhog Day" from, say, the movie "Operation Dumbo Drop."

5. In a nation where stupid sells, it still may not pay to be a dumb fuck.
Sometimes, courtesy of prevalent media voices, it seems as if our entire country posses all the elegance and sapience of the proud owner of a "Calvin peeing" decal. How else can one explain Alan Jackson's 9/11 tribute song "Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)" becoming the nation's anthem of that fateful day despite the fact that it includes the wholly idiotic line "I'm not sure I can tell you the difference in Iraq and Iran." (It's easy, Alan. Iraq, Arabs. Iran, Persians. Open up a fucking history book.) From the east coast to the west coast to all those states that to so many of us seem to think exist primarily for airline connection terminals and high school football rosters, we are on the verge of being transformed into a nation of people who proudly proclaim, "We know what we know, so don't show us otherwise." And sadly this rather lazy mentality has affected all forms of media, from the movies about nothing that Hollywood is surprised no one wants to see to the television sitcoms that make "Three's Company" look like Molière to the comics that dispel with such apparently antiquated notions as character and personal insight to focus solely on the four pillars of imbecilic comedy--misogyny, ethnic stereotyping, anti-intellectualism and old coot. And such a sad state of affairs may lead the aspiring cartoonist to conclude that to succeed in the business they must produce a comic strip premise of equal banality, perhaps something to do with America's love affair with the cookie. But please, avoid the temptation. Listen to what makes you laugh, what makes your humor, your perspective, your interests different from all others. True, you may not become a millionaire. You may not even be picked up for syndication. But you will have something you can look to with pride at day's end. You will have something you can show to others without wincing. You will have something that lets you say, "I don't care what people write about me in online chats, Google groups or blog entries that begin with the sentence 'Ces is the worst thing to happen to the funny pages since Mallard Filmore started outing CIA operatives.'" And you will have something that when all is said and done, will still give you the artistic right to shit all over "Prickly City." And why on earth would you ever want to deny yourself that pleasure?

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

"But that's me stumbling away..."


Inspired by the completely out-of-left-field yet much-appreciated a-ha parody on this past Sunday's Family Guy, we present the original MTV video for Take on Me, courtesy of the great mp3 blog Scenestars. (Note: The site discourages direct links so look under the July 19th post.)

Alas, the old bastard that I am I remember when this video first premiered on MTV. When MTV had music video premieres. When MTV had music videos. When an MTV VJ could inspire Mojo Nixon himself to pen a little ditty called "Stuffin' Martha's Muffin."

For extra credit--or simply a chance to show your true age--what was a-ha's second single? (Hint: Not a James Bond theme song.)

Hide and Creep Released Today on DVD!

Sure, there have been a lot of zombie movies lately. There have even been some notable zombie comedies. But have you seen a zombie comedy that was shot in Alabama? Have you seen a zombie comedy that has a nuanced monologue about why Coke is the "real thing" and Pepsi is a charlatan? How about the one zombie comedy that was inspired by a short film created as a birthday gift for none other than Sally Forth writer Francesco Marciuliano? No, you haven't, smart guy!

Here's what some critics have had to say about Hide and Creep:
    "'Hide and Creep' has that 'Shaun of the Dead' spirit about it – it’s made by people who clearly have great affection for the zombie sub-genre and they tip their hats to all of the living dead greats of the past without letting it interfere with their own story they’re trying to tell. In short, lovers of the dead won’t want to miss this one. It’s true zombie ass kicking fun!" — FilmThreat's list of Indies to Watch Out for in 2005

    "...writer, Chance Shirley, has crafted a laugh-out-loud script that is not only smart, but subtle. This is a movie that is even funnier the third time around — because of the jokes that were missed the first two viewings." —Horror Talk

    "Hide and Creep is the kind of funny, intelligent, and well-cast zombie movie I wish we could see more of. Of course, the fact that it’s more comedy than horror might turn some people off, but don’t forget that Shaun of the Dead was too. And if you don’t like that movie...well, you’re a commie." — Dread Central

The DVD was released by Asylum and can be purchased directly from them, Amazon or anywhere cool DVDs are sold. It features a director's commentary with writer/director Chance Shirley and director Chuck Hartsell (my brother, pictured right with his precious new DVD) as well as the short that inspired it all, Birthday Call, which was made as a gift for Ces' birthday and grew into so much more.

Congrats to the entire cast and crew of Hide and Creep and to the Birmingham, AL film community that keeps getting bigger, better and brighter. If you want to go to a great film festival that's fun, edgy and, most importantly, entertaining, visit Birmingham this fall for the Sidewalk Film Festival.

Monday, July 18, 2005

This Week's Eye Opener

Amazon.com's Worst-Selling Books
Francesco Marciuliano
    The 432,678 Habits of Highly Successful Obsessive-Compulsives

    The Gospel According to Thundercats

    Oh, the Places You Can’t Go since the Accident

Full Article

Friday, July 15, 2005

Experiencing Technical Difficulties


Due to a programming glitch we are currently unable to upload the Friday, July 15th comic strip to the Medium Large Blog.

However, today's strip can be found at the Medium Large site.

Thank you for your patience.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Auction Items Recently Banned on eBay

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

An Invitation...

The Complete Norton Anthology of Emily Dickinson, Post-Zoloft Prescription (Table of Contents)


•I think I’ll have chicken tonight

•That cloud looks like a cotton ball

•Kittens make me smile

•Oh, the ice cubes are melting

•My tea needs sugar

•I wonder if it's noon yet

•That's a pretty big sandwich

•This calls for a soup spoon

•It's nice to get mail

•Today's a good day for stuff

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Caption Contest #2


Sample: "Hi, Mr. Cumberton. Is your daughter home?"

Now it's your turn.

I Love the 30s

One of the better spoofs of VH1's "I Love the..." series. It's worth watching all three episodes if you have the time:

Episode 1: The Lindbergh Baby Kidnapping

Episode 2: The Great Depression

Episode 3: Babe Ruth's Called Shot

And if you want more, check out Cavalcade of Personalities at Disposable Television.

Monday, July 11, 2005

This Week's Eye Opener

Wedding Invitation Warning Signs
Francesco Marciuliano

    The bride and groom have written their own slam poetry.

    Be prepared for vigorous political discourse.

    As lifelong fans of "Space: 1999," the couple…

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Friday, July 08, 2005

Summer Is for the Kids

The Baxter

Just got this message from the STELLA mailing list:
    IFC Films, the company that brought you “Y Tu Mama Tambien”, “Metallica: Some Kind of Monster” and “My Big, Fat Greek Wedding” is proud to release THE BAXTER written, directed by Michael Showalter. THE BAXTER stars Michael Showalter, Michael Ian Black and David Wain as well as Elizabeth Banks, Justin Theroux, Michelle Williams, Paul Rudd, Zak Orth, Peter Dinklage, AD Miles, Joe LoTruglio and Ken Marino in a romantic comedy for anyone who’s ever been dumped, in theaters August 26, 2005!
Here's a link to the trailer, which features a song by Drink at Work favorite The King of France.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

From Chimpan-A to Chimpan-Z

Four out five guys will tell you, nothing but nothing would be cooler than having your very own monkey (the fifth fellow is still trying to decide between a Western and Eastern gorilla).

Alas, until simian ownership is legal, leading to an abused underclass of ape and monkey servants that results in a violent revolution in which superior primates come to dominate feral-like humans, eventually pitting the miltant apes against a small band of mutant people living under the ruins of New York City, followed by two simian scientists travelling back in time to 1971 and having a child who eventually leads his fellow apes to a cataclysmic uprising in which superior primates come to dominate...well, you get the idea...

Anyway, before all that fun is made possible or at least coherent, we can take comfort in knowing that we have Joe and Monkey, a great webcomic by Zach Miller about a delivery boy, Joe, his best friend Monkey and, of course, an evil kleptomaniacal robot named Kleptobot.

Zach has been receiving many a huzzah lately, including a big "thumbs up" from venerable Bloom County creator Berke Breathed. But while Zach is now in talks with the industry greats, he still generously (or mistakenly) asked me to contribute a guest strip for today. He then wisely requested that I submit a replacement strip when the first one was rightly deemed, well, unseemly and unlawful. Of course, given that according to Battle for the Planet of the Apes humans and simians will one day intermingle in a new utopia, perhaps my initial idea wasn't so much "very, very wrong" as "prescient."

Also make sure to hit the "previous" button under the strip to check out the terrific work of other guest cartoonists this week. Then go and enjoy the full Joe and Monkey archive. After all, sooner or later the monkeys will take over and then no human will have access to the Internet. Actually, according to Conquest of the Planet of the Apes it's neither sooner nor later but 1991. Not only that, but the HAL 9000 computer from 2001: A Space Odyssey was supposed to have ushered in the age of true artificial intelligence on January 12, 1997 (or 1992 in the movie). Plus, according to all the books about the future I read as a child in the early 70's, our skies should now be lousy with hovercrafts, jet-packs, saucer-like buildings on stilts, flying robots--both klepto and not--and a whole host of aeronautically disasterous yet nonetheless amazing inventions and developments.

Man, good thing I've got this whole "guest strip" thing going or I would feel so cheated right now.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Laugh, Win, Drink at the "This Isn't Working" Benefit Party

As you may or may not know, your Drink at Work.com bartenders have a play that was recently selected for this year's New York International Fringe Festival (which will take place in New York despite the lack of a West Side Stadium). To celebrate — and finance — our participation in the festival, we're throwing a party on Monday, August 1st. We've already booked some great comedic talent (see below) and we're developing a quiz show extravanganza so exciting, so singular, it could only be named The Quiz Game Contest Show™. So for a $10 donation you'll see some great comedy, get a chance to compete in the quiz AND enjoy a free beer.

This Isn't Working Benefit Party

Siberia
356 W. 40th St.
(at 9th Ave, red light over a black door)

Monday, August 1st
Door opens at 6:00
The Quiz Game Contest Show starts at 7:30
Comedy/Music begins around 8:15
One Free Beer with your
$10 Donation at the door

Performing:
Christian Finnegan, Shayna Ferm, Aziz Ansari and more!


Christian Finnegan is a stand-up comedian, writer and actor based in New York City. You'll recognize him from VH1's Best Week Ever and Chappelle's Show, where he played "Chad", the only white roommate in "The Mad Real World" sketch. He's also appeared on NBC's Late Friday, VH1's Movie Obsession, and Comedy Central's Premium Blend. His half hour special Comedy Central Presents: Christian Finnegan premiered in March.

Shayna Ferm is a comedian, writer, actress and chanteuse. She is a co-creator, writer and performer for the award-winning sketch comedy sextet Fearsome, and has been playing her comedy songs in rooms all over New York City, including Caroline's, Don't Tell Mama, Variety Underground, Ash Wednesday, Royalwood, Invite Them Up!, Upright Citizen's Brigade, The Shark Show, and the borough of Queens most frightening bar, Bottoms Up! She has also recorded songs for Maxim Radio and she has been played on Sirius Satellite Radio's "Alternative Nation." Here's a clip of one of her songs.

Originally from South Carolina, Aziz Ansari is a 22 year old standup comedian based in New York City that TimeOut New York recently called their "favorite new standup." He also won the Emerging Comics of New York award for Best Male Standup in 2005. Later this year, Aziz will be appearing on the new season of Comedy Central's Premium Blend and he's also featured on the Comedy Central records CD/DVD compilation "Invite Them Up." In June of 2005, Aziz began a run of his one man show Aziz Ansari Punched a Wall at UCB. He also hosts the theatre's standup show, Crash Test, every Monday at 11, and regularly performs at Comic Strip Live, Invite Them Up and PSNBC.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Five Little-Known Facts about the Declaration of Independence


• The official Declaration was actually preceded by several local declarations of independence issued by towns, counties and states during the spring and early summer of 1776. Most notable was that of the small hamlet of Marlborough, Massachusetts which stated, in full, "We're wicked pissed."

• After the enormous success of the Declaration, Thomas Jefferson was quickly signed on to write a sequel to capitalize on the buzz. Alas, "Declaration II: Philadelphia Nights" proved to be a dismal commercial failure, despite Ben Franklin's glowing review that it delivered "arse-kicking good fun."

• The Second Continental Congress was initially established as a "Senior Executive Golf and Spa Retreat" for the colonies' well-heeled leaders, until public outcry for revolution and poor link conditions diverted their attention.

• John Hancock became the first signer of the Declaration only after besting the other representatives in a competition one onlooker described as "a most contentious rivalry of character strength both great and admirable"--otherwise known as bare-knuckle boxing.

• The Declaration was originally conceived to be real aloud in beat to Hadyn and Bach music samples, but the conceit was soon discarded when the rhyming structure proved too unwieldy and references to "hos" and "Cristal Champagne" far too numerous.

This Week's Eye Opener

How to Contend with a Bothersome Coworker
Francesco Marciuliano

Next time you wish to rid yourself of an irksome coworker who just doesn’t know when to stop talking, leave your office or even pause for a response or air, try the following wholly unproven techniques.

    Avoid eye contact. Whenever the individual enters your office cover your eyes with both hands, count to ten and then open, muttering "Oh shit" if you can still see them. Repeat until they have left your workspace.

    Be a less than hospitable host. Should they enter your office for one of their long chats, decline them use of the empty guest chair, stating "Sometimes I like to pretend I’m interviewing a ghost." If they remark that they don’t mind standing, reply, "Ahem, can’t you see that I’m in the middle of an interview?"

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Friday, July 01, 2005

The Drink at Work.com Childhood Guide to Celebrating Independence Day


In a world where children are routinely discouraged from setting off fireworks on Independence Day, going trick-or-treating on Halloween or even tackling their own wild turkey on Thanksgiving, we at Drink at Work.com would like to recall a less anxious era when explosives were well within the reach and rights of those who had yet to achieve full motor skills. From sparklers to M-80s, the following guide to consumer incendiary devices is our way of celebrating those glory days when every small boy or girl could let freedom ring so loud that it left them with a lifelong case of tinnitus.

Sparkler: Much like candy cigarettes were once an adorable towhead’s first awkward steps toward an adult lung biopsy, the equally harmless sparkler once started a child on the path that could eventually lead to firecrackers. Then M-80s. Then having to count to ten by using the same hand twice. That said, as fireworks, sparklers were only amusing if you had ever wondered what a corn dog would be like if it were made of magnesium. Limited in firepower, lacking in risk and wanting in unbridled machismo, the sparkler lent itself to only three forms of entertainment:

1. Pretending the sparkler was a light saber as you engaged in epic duels while imitating Darth Vader’s voice in a prepubescent voice so ludicrously high it made Neil Sedaka sound like Barry White.
2. Using the sparkler to quickly scrawl some incandescent doggerel in the air, such as "This sparkler sucks."
3. Making believe the sparkler was Tinkerbell burning up upon reentry.

Firecracker: While the sparkler was a sign from above of what the world would be like if moms had final say and safety scissors were considered "shivs," firecrackers were like manna from heaven. After all, when you’re a child nothing but nothing spells "fun" like "detonation." (Not literally, of course. Such "special" children should be dissuaded from handling class-B explosives). Throw in the added bonus of "deafening noise" and a firecracker seemed like Christmas and Armageddon rolled up into one. Granted, at times the appeal of the firecracker could seem limited at best. It didn’t scream across the sky. It wouldn’t burst into a shower of brilliant hues. It couldn’t be timed to blast perfectly to any thing other than that "The 1812 Overture." But while the firecracker may have lacked the sheer artistry of professional firework displays or even roman candles, if placed carefully and in sufficient quantities, it could instantly revert your Tonka tuck back into its elemental properties. The same went for your G.I. Joe doll, Lego sets, Aurora racetrack and Big Wheel. The downside of such merriment, alas, was that the firecracker could also rob you of all your earthly possessions faster than a crystal meth addiction.

Bottle Rocket: Back in the 60’s and 70’s, children oft dreamt of hurtling into space--usually within the safe confines of a capsule or some sort of ship. But while the very idea of commercial space travel seemed like something that would only come to fruition in the distant future--say 1992 or so--bottle rockets provided the perfect simulation for anyone who had already used all their Estes "D" rocket engines to send their hamster to another zip code. Of course, bottle rockets also had the rather nasty habit of arcing into a neighbor’s roof, setting fire to nearby brush or skidding down the street toward a wholly unsuspecting and soundly sleeping dog. But these were minor quibbles and acts of inadvertent arson compared to the pure elation of watching your rocket climb higher and higher into the stratosphere, slicing the air with its high-pitched whistle, only to abruptly and inexplicably turn and hurtle straight down into an idling car with a gas leak.

Roman Candle: Despite the presence of the word "roman" in its name, these beloved fireball launchers were initially conceived as the ultimate weapon of mass destruction by a long-forgotten civilization so woefully inept at everything (including arming itself) that it died off due to accidental strangulation moments before it was conquered by some wayward sheep. The fact that such occurred in the mid-1930’s only makes their sad tale all the more pathetic. However, their horrifying yet admittedly humorous demise became every child’s gain. For what small tyke did not gaze wide-eyed in wonder at those airborne spheres of varicolored light--especially if they were headed right for their face thanks to some son-of-a-bitch second cousin. Your best chance to emulate a professional fireworks display without a permit or sponsor, the roman candle also brought a touch of class to a night that might have otherwise consisted solely of immovable "tank" firecrackers, aeronautically-deficient "whirlybirds" and firework "fountain" displays that showered only disappointment upon family and friends--along with some sort of corrosive acid.

M-80: Providing a level of firepower not usually bequeathed to an eight-year-old outside of military service or backwoods militia, the M-80 was many a child’s first proof that there indeed is a God. And that He is cool. And that He, too, understood that to create one must often destroy or at least dismantle well beyond easy repair. Whereas the bottle rocket was elegant--and the roman candle resplendent--the M-80 possessed its own simple yet foreboding beauty, not unlike a sunflower wielding a Beretta. It also gave a small child an enormous bargaining tool outside of the Fourth of July celebration--say, such as during discussions of a "new" bedtime with one’s parents or a talk about whether or not you would get to drive the car to Grandma’s house, literally through the woods. In short, to hold an M-80 was to have infinite possibility within your very grasp. It was, in essence, a chance to be God. Until you detonated it. Then all you were was covered in plaster and the dust of whatever else once lined your bedroom.

So the next time you say to a child "Why use a sparkler when we have a perfectly good flashlight you can wave?" or "You know what’s really fun? Reading about fireworks!" think back to the carefree Independence Day celebrations of your youth. Then give your kid a crate of cherry bombs and a Zippo lighter, point them in the direction of your neighbor's yard and say, "Knock yourself out. I'll call you when burgers are ready."

And That's Five to Grow On

It's the Fourth of July and that can only mean one thing--it's been 229 years since America threw off the shackles of oppression and started down the road to the inevitable fiasco that was the Articles of Confederation.

It also means it's time to take in as many summer films as possible over the long holiday weekend. But should all movie theaters be sold out, your next NetFlix delivery not scheduled until July 5th or you've mistakenly chosen infrequent meals over monthly cable bills, here's an alternative:

I Am Drugs is a series of public service announcements written by Matt Preskenis and Sean Crespo, covering such pressing topics as Alcohol, Heroin, Marijuana, PCP and DT-42. You'll listen. You'll learn. You'll wonder what's wrong with these people.

Major Milestone or Minor Footnote

Medium Large is 300 comic strips old today. We'll be celebrating by storing the art in a larger file folder. Then maybe getting drunk.