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Farewell Astrodome

Farewell Astrodome. You will be remembered for hosting a kickass social-satirizing, "Bullitt"-parodying, Shelley Duvall-introducing, existential modern-Icarus-mythologizing Robert Altman film. At least that's what I'll remember it for. They held sports events there, right?

America is not a young land: it is old and dirty and evil before the settlers, before the Indians. The evil is there waiting.

It is happening again ... It is happening again ...

"Yeah, I ... I forgot my mantra."

The proverbial Goldblum.

(See also: The proverbial Walken.)

After escaping the Village, Number Six left the spy game behind and opened a mobile tea room and cabaret to mixed reactions on the A20 motorway.

Whelp, the day can end now. This pretty much makes it.

I wish I had this hedgehog's moves.

A hedgehog dancing to Lily Allen’s “Fuck You.” I did it in like 10 minutes, don’t judge me.

Happy anniversary Comics Curmudgeon!

(I always hear the Price Is Right theme whenever I see this panel.)

Random sketchbook page.

"Sandbox fight" ... Wait, but cats use sandboxes to ... Oh gross.

I think I’m about done with the D’s, not because there aren’t more good ones in the D section but because it’s getting hard to remember which ones I’ve done already.

Here’s the world’s most melodramatic sandbox fight.