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Hey kids,

How were your holidays?  Did you have a decent a) Christmas, b) Kwanzaa, c) Hanukkah, d) day off of work?  Hope so.

Mine was pretty god-damned great.

Until today.  Today sucked like ten-dollar whore operating a Hoover in a black hole during a My Two Dads marathon.

Which is quite a bit, in the grand scheme of things.

I was going to write out a long and carefully thought out memoir chronicling the day’s potentially tragic and somber events — To sum up: I thought I lost my grandfather, but it turns out he was merely misplaced. — but this day has worn me out completely.  I expelled all of my tears and heartache over the course of the day and I don’t think I could relive it just yet.

Although, when I can — shit! — do I have story to tell… er, write.

Instead, I want to focus my energies tonight on joy and happiness, something to lift the spirits on an otherwise gloomy day.

That said, here is a picture of my puppy — Chloe Godzilla Cvetkovic — in a Santa hat:




Dear Santa,  

It’s been a while since we’ve talked, dude.  What’s it been?  About a year?  (Wink!)  How’ve you been?  And the missus?  The two of you go anywhere this year?  Take a little vacation?  Get a little sumthan’-sumthan’ goin’ on?  Heh heh heh.  Of course, you did.

Anyway, I wanted to thank you for everything you did for me last year.  I do appreciate it.  Hope you don’t mind that I didn’t leave you any milk and cookies, though.  I just thought that if it were me making that trip, I’d want a big ol’ juicy steak and baked potato will all the fixin’s waitin’ for me.  (I know Mrs. Claus wants you to cut down on the red meat and all, but I won’t tell her if you won’t.  Wink!)  Same menu this year?

I know this is your busy season and all – and I am writing too you at the last moment – so I’ll get to the point.

All I want for Christmas this year  is a year of peace and prosperity.  End the war in the Middle East. Fix the economy.  Take care of our people here in the U.S.  Make sure we’re all safe and fed and sheltered and healthy.

That’s all I want for Christmas. Honest.

However, if you are – by chance – feeling the teensiest bit more generous than that, I wouldn’t mind getting a lucrative book deal for Christmas.  We just sent our book proposal – for our original graphic novel, Punch-Up (I’ll save you a copy.) – out to a couple of comic book publishing houses and it would just be fuckin’ tits if we actually got published.

And maybe a movie based off of one of my stories from the lucrative book deal?  That’d be nice. 

And affordable health insurance for all.  Or just me.  Whatever.

Also, could you also talk Blackalicious or the Gorillaz into making a new album? 

And a free trip through Europe

Let’s see… what else?  Ooh!  A puppy—wait… I already got on of those.  Scratch that.  A mogwai!  I’ll feed him and walk him and love him and never expose him to bright lights or water and I’ll never feed him after midnight.  I promise! 

And, hey, since you’re making that trip around the world this week, would you mind stoppn’ at some book stores across Europe and South America and pickin’ me up some comics?  It’s so hard to come by good European and Brazilian comics here in the states.  Anything by Rafael Grampa, Gustavo Duarte, Danilo Beyruth, Eduardo Medeiros, Rafael Coutinho, and some old Monsieur Jean comics.

I’d also like the Jim Henson Company to make a Muppet in my likeness.  That’s been one of my biggest dreams since I was like five years old.  I always dreamed that I would be the sarcastic third edition to the balcony, besides Statler and Waldorf, although, looking back now, I’m pretty sure I’d end up being the bear no one thought was funny.

Oh, and the 2-disc widescreen super-mega- ultra-retarded special editions of Star Trek  and Pixar’s Up!

And some new socks.

Thanks, Santa. Talk you ya next year.

Your friend (and part-time lover),
Frank Cvetkovic

PS – I know you’re busy and all – what with the workshop and the deliveries and puttin’ Mrs. Claus on the ol’ “Naughty List” — so you probably don’t get out to see movies all that often, but Tim Allen’s been making some really shitty movies in your name. There’s like three of them now. You may want to send a few elves out to “take care” of that.

Hey kids,

My good friend TWM just wrote me this awesome letter on his blog.  Which is great, but now it means that I have to write back to him.

Stupid social obligations…


Um… I’ll just stick with the earrings and the Snuggie™ she asked for…

From next year’s Kick-Ass


What?  No, you can’t have my heart!  It’s in my chest!  It pumps my blood throughout my body!  I need that shit to live!

How would you like it if I started asking for your internal organs?

*Waving my hands wildly while talking in a mocking tone*  “Ooh!  Look at me!  I collect people’s body parts!  Can I have your pancreas?”

Fuckin’ weirdo.

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What do you mean “I could’ve just ‘gotten laid’?”

Dude, I’m not even tired yet.  Why would I want to lay down?


Hey kids,

Just doing a little snooping around in the “stats” section of my blog and I found a little something interesting.

First of all, for those who don’t use WordPress, on your front page dashboard, the have a “stats” section that has a graph that tells you how many people visited your blog each day, a list of which blog entries have been read the most, as well as which search tags have been clicked the most.

My “Top (Tag) Searches” for the week were: douchebag coupon.

For some reason, I thought that was hilarious.