So it's been a while since I've done one of these, though surely my sterile wit hasn't been missed in the face of new comics by the one and only Al-Azif. I realized I had some pretty funny stuff hanging out on my computer, so I figured I might as well post it. Also, some people actually asked for it. You really like me!

Kris loves to count de money. More often than not, she's our breadwinner, advancing in her job much faster than everyone else and bringing home the best paycheck. Some guys might feel resentment at being out-earned, but as the husband of a doctor I'm more than content to let the woman bring home the bacon.

Log pulled the same stunt as KC, shooing everybody out in order to take a sponge bath in the sink. While KC doesn't even want to think about what's going on just past the window, Q is so unfazed as to actually prepare dinner on the same counter.

Endymion: "I sure do love KC! He's the awesomest boyfriend in the whole world! (Psst, a sandwich would be great while you're standing there.)"

Finally, the ghosts have emerged. Borealis is more than pleased to give Log a little shiver and quiver for living in the house that Death built.

As focused as Anj is on being scary, she seems to have forgotten that she's facing the wrong way.

She doesn't hesitate, though, to help herself to food from the fridge. I mean, hell, we killed her off, the least we can do in recompense is let her have the pudding cups.

Laz was at work when the ghosts came inside to visit, and so he missed the whole thing. Still bound and determined to see a ghost, he sets up camp outside on the futon, like a kid waiting for Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. And just like Santa with that kid, I'm sure the ghosts will administer heavy sedatives when they are ready to come out to avoid missing important appointments.

You know how they say people who live together start to adopt each other's traits and habits? Endy, like Kris, is now reading with a look of awed comprehension on his face.

I couldn't resist this shot of Laz in his office.

So wait, I'm confused. You're all eating breakfast together in your underpants, and you're telling me you didn't become best friends until just now?

One of the great things about having a friend who's made out of a piece of wood is he's easily amused.

Log, clearly having learned his lesson about the stove (finally), fixes himself a bowl of cereal. Not to be outdone, KC whips up an omelet and actually manages not to burn it this time.

Uh oh. I think I've been discovered.

Since I upgraded to the comfortable couches, more and more often the Badboys can't be bothered with the hassle of walking into the other room to sleep. As you might imagine, this leads to some pretty unhappy campers when someone turns on the TV in the middle of the night.

Mo and Endy may not have quite the same connection as real-life Mo and I do, but they still share some things. Like the propensity to get down on it when discussing the events of their favorite TV show.

Similarly, on occasion Kris and Anj elect to throw their hands in the air and wave them like they just don't care.

Another cool thing about the Sims is it's a clown simulator. All of these people just got out of that little hatchback in the background. I could only stare in awe as more and more people piled out the door.

Tune in next time to see more new faces, including but not limited to our fearless leader.

Posted by Endymion at April 5, 2005 12:56 PM