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If you read this without me editing it, understand that Mel and I just did the convention that, annually, is our most hectic and lucrative, and I am likely nursing a hangover that would kill God himself. If this comic updates without me changing this text, and posting various pics of the con, feel free to lambaste me for being a pantywaist.
Not placeholder: Welcome our good Soviet friend, Komrad Wodkeh! I figure many of you have met him before.
Reminder: Mel and I are at A-Kon! We did setup today. Holy fucking shit, this new hotel is HUGE. It’s sincerely rivaling the San Diego Convention Center. After doing A-Kon for years at the Sheraton downtown, this place… it boggles the mind. The Artist’s Alley alone is at least twice the area of the last one. We had to unload our merch through the Dealer Room, and that motherfucker could hold two football fields. Already, the other webcartoonists are in attendance.
Tonight, Mel and I are crashing at home, having set up the booth. Tomorrow?
Tomorrow, we go to war.
I’m writing this Thursday night, so you know. If you’re reading this, we’re already at the con. If you’re in the DFW area: come see us!
Oh man…. bring oooonnnn the vodka. That has to be the best way I’ve ever heard zdrastvuytye (I know, I know, Здравствуйте) spelled. This is bringing back many happy memories of cold shots of Hussar. Good for Mick.
I have a strange feeling this does not end well…
Which is as close to “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” as I am going to come to saying.
In Mick’s Vodka Stupor you he should be able to quote the entire Mosin-Nagant Field Manual in Russian as well as field strip it in the dark.
Aaaand find himself “collectivized.”
Vodka and Naw’Lins…. yesh. I vaguely recall that, three different times. Yeah, this won’t end well.
I love thick Russian accents.
vodka has its charms, but I’ve always felt that the best lubrication for things like this is Tequila, personally.
…wanna see quiet, mild-mannered happy-drunk turn into Rip-Roaring Mad-Bastard Bark-At-The-Moon drunk? just add the agave extract of choice in liberal quantity and step the hell back out of the blast-radius (ESPECIALLY if it’s been a bad day)…
I’ll stick with whiskey–Canadian, Scotch, or Irish (never bourbon). You see, I’m allergic to agave, and so tequila causes immediate projectile vomiting–even things I ate 10 years ago.
I dunno, tequila never made me an angry drunk. All alcohol seems to make me a happy, funny drunk. And then a sleeping drunk. But never an angry drunk.
That’s a happy thing!
I must once again link XKCD here:
http://xkcd.com/617/
(If you don’t remember the story, see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Louis_Gates_arrest_controversy )
That said, my favorite drinks for when I’m already in a bad mood are Black Deaths. A Black Death is a shotglass containing 50% JD and 50% your choice of tequila. It’s pretty much liquid boot-to-the-head (on taste alone). By the time you’ve slammed X+2 of them (where X equals one too many) you’re fully fired-up and arguing with your friends over which third-world country you’ll conquer single-handedly. At this point, it’s important to have level-headed friends who’ve been drinking something other than Black Deaths. That, or friends who aren’t there and who’ll post bail.
When it’s been time for me to get to the “Come to Jesus” level of drunk, I’ve always cozied up and had a looonnnngggg chat with Uncle Jack. I know it’s not the best tasting stuff in the world, but when it’s that bad I don’t have that deep of a wallet for the good stuff. After the “conversation” usually a drunken wreck for a couple days after it.
Oh, yeah Jack Therapy. I heartily agree. Tequila on the other hand is for retribution…
It doesn’t matter what it is, it beats having to sober up to buy more. Though I’m pretty sure where I am I could very easily buy more after just 3 beers.
Ah, comrade vodka. I’m so glad we reconciled.
Ugh Wodka… Can’t drink the stuff. Can sit in a bar and drink beer, Gin straight, scotch, whiskey, bourbon all night. Give me two drinks with vodka in them and I’m ready to tear apart the place and fight someone because they have a whistle in their nose as they breathe.
As former cook stationed in West Berlin, Komrad vodka is commie who wants to date your mommy. He wants you to spill secret thougts of asshat sgt to asshat sgt. Out loud at 030 hrs while your untidy whitesy is on your forehead.
Wait, what?? Where am I?? Ow, my head!! Aw crap, not again!!!
Anyway, what’s going on? No music video to watch today? Might I suggest this one from Biting Elbows:
http://youtu.be/Rgox84KE7iY
Always a good choice.
It’s a bit perplexing to me, though thought that after drinking three beers you’d have to go out to get more booze. I always find it weird when people don’t have a decently stocked liquor cabinet. Not that I even drink a lot, but I’ve always got several varieties of whiskey, vodka, rum, gin and various liqueurs/cordials on hand. As well as three or four different kinds of bitters.
Freaking LOL!
Komrad Wodkeh is still better than that Mexican friend of his Senor Takillya. Worst that’s happened to me on that Russian stuff was praying to the porcelain god. His Mexican friend dropped me off in another town a hundred miles away, with no money, no underwear(but still pants oddly enough), no ID, and a missing shoelace.
Some liquids are made for healing. He may not like where he’s going, but he’ll end up where he needs to be. In wine there is truth, in vodka there is redemption.
ah yes, komrade wodka.
my old friend. it heals the hurt indeed.
<< Instant asshole, just add alcohol. Assuming I don't consume any mood-altering substances (other than caffeine and theobromine) in the next 11.9 hours, it'll be 25 years.
Gotta say, though, that hip flask of vodka did supplement the daily twelve-pack of warm Milwaukee's Beast rather nicely.
Congratulations on the 25 years of sobriety.
Hear, hear!
Hello vodka, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Visions of weekends strangely missing
Wondering how I ended up bleeding
No shoes, and my jacket has a stain
My head’s in pain
And there’s a smell
Of vomit
Paul Simon should forgive me.
Love you for this. And yes, I think Paul Simon will forgive you.
I don’t even think I’LL forgive him. That’s mostly because Sound of Silence is stuck in my head now, though.
Oh, man, this is not going to end well if Mick is anything like me. Vodka is responsible for two of my top four most embarrassing alcohol-related moments, one of those in a similar situation of finishing what I’d been drinking, looking for something else to drink, and finding the bottle of vodka hidden in the back of the freezer.
I think one of the problems with vodka for me is that I don’t really taste alcohol very much, so I depend on the rest of the taste of the liquor to figure out how much I’m drinking. Good vodka doesn’t have much of a taste. So, I’ll think to myself, “man, this must be 90% orange juice!” even though I just WATCHED somebody fill the glass 3/4 with vodka. Of course, once I’ve made this mistake once, I keep making it the rest of the night, and that’s the end of that…
Oh yes, I am quite familiar with Komrad Wodkeh. Rather fond of the fellow, in fact.
cheers,
Phil
No stories that can be repeated about Komrad Wodka.
Instead, enjoy Korpiklaani’s Vodka:
KORPIKLAANI – Vodka (YouTube)
Doesn’t Jeph Jacques have some kind of monster for such an occasion? Maybe he could let you guys borrow it.
Tequila monster: http://questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=474
http://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=2381
Beast of Bourbon: http://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=719
http://questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=721
(yes I am a nerd and have no life)
Ah, Comrade Wodka! I remember finding him while in Poland, and taking advantage of an excellent exchange rate.
I don’t remember much after that though.
Went bar hopping in Frankfurt with three of my Army buddies back when I was young and dumb. I started with beer. They talked me into vodka. We had just gotten back from CMTC and needed to make up for lost time. I vaguely remember a fight with some Turks. There was a really scary techno club at one point. Also a rockabilly bar that looked like it had been built inside a cave. My next clear memory is of all four of us getting breakfast from a vending machine in a Nuremberg train station late the next morning. I still had my clothes (minus socks) and wallet. I was also wearing a condom. I haven’t touched vodka since.
( Psst! The ‘v’ in ‘vodka’ is not pronounced like a ‘w’ in Russian. Ensign Chekov to the contrary notwithstanding. )
It’s probably an American vodka, and therefore doing a really bad fake Russian accent.
Yep, a native Russian vodka would probably say “This good” instead of “Is good” 🙂
I think I’ve seen a different take on Komrade Wodka before:
http://www.cad-comic.com/cad/20021115
Kudos to Mick for not even thinking about driving if there is any possibility of being not-sober. While the line between not-sober and is-drunk can be rather wide, if pushing your line bumps against someone pushing their line, the resulting accident could be a disaster.
Drive? Why?
Trust an alcohol plotline to spark a whole lot of comments.
How long until there is a Komrad Vodka T-shirt?
Unlikely. He’s only going to be in two strips. It’s a one-off gag.
Where’s the new comic?
See the news post. I fucked up.
Due to monetary reasons, I was unable to go to the Kon. =( Darn. I heard it was a good one this year.