Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Daily Sketch 42710
Exciting new feature!
If it seems like this cartoon isn't complete, don't fret! The words of this cartoon can only be seen when viewed on Apple's exciting new iPad! So if you don't have one yet, please run out and buy one! I am not an employee of Apple or any of its affiliates! Nor do I own an iPad myself, so I'm relying on you to tell me if the technology's working.
Oh, I forgot, also it's in 3-D!!!
If it seems like this cartoon isn't complete, don't fret! The words of this cartoon can only be seen when viewed on Apple's exciting new iPad! So if you don't have one yet, please run out and buy one! I am not an employee of Apple or any of its affiliates! Nor do I own an iPad myself, so I'm relying on you to tell me if the technology's working.
Oh, I forgot, also it's in 3-D!!!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
What the... Daily Sketch on a SATURDAY?
Friday, April 23, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Dear Hangnail,
You are a little thorn, a flea's springboard that pokes from the base of my fingernail. You are a grain of rice, a barb to snag on the inside of your glove. You are a waggling minifinger, a jutting fang, the prick of a shrew. You are a weed sprouting from a cleft in the earth; a tiny twig of unpruned flesh, paler than the surrounding skinscape. You are a dangling larva, the quivering lip of some deep-sea fish. You are a footnote, a splinter group, a vice-president: I would tear you off with my teeth, behead you, impeach you, but I am overcome with tenderness. I want to nurture you, watch you grow into a mighty digit, maybe even a clone of myself. Someone who will keep me company when I am old and have chased everyone away with my navel-gazing, with my senile obsession with minutiae, with my incessant staring at my cuticles. I want to live to see the day when you have a little hangnail of your very own, maybe even on your pinky. And perhaps like me, you will pause, unsure if you can bring yourself to squeeze that nail clipper.
Monday, April 12, 2010
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