I think sometimes the crude sayings and terminology go widely unchecked, despite how common they are. I know this is a common statement made in the Marine Corps, at least since I’ve been in. I heard it the first time in bootcamp, then I heard it at SOI, then I heard it at the fleet at some point multiple times. I’m not sure who was first to say it, but sometimes I wonder if they genuinely did have male genitalia growing from their forehead–and simply used the statement to fuck with Marines.
For whatever it’s worth, there is no resounding statement to be made with this strip; it really just boils down to me wanting to see someone with a dick growing out of their forehead. Out of respect for the fact that most people probably look at Terminal Lance at work, I censored the dick portion of the dick joke. No one forced me to, I just figured it would be easier than labeling the strip “NSFW”.
I recently had a long conversation regarding Terminal Lance with the base attorney–the JAG, as they’re known–and he gave me some very useful information. Among which, knowing that I’m not actually breaking any rules is nice to know. Maybe there will be a day where I snap and decide to do something stupid, but I highly doubt it. Nope, unfortunately for anyone looking to bust me, I’m just a regular guy with a good sense of humor and a penchant for drawing. I never claimed to hate the Marine Corps or anything therein, I just like to make fun of it.
In other, much more interesting news, there was a winner to the tattoo contest!
The Winner to the Tattoo Contest:
Cpl Vince Padilla, Winner for Life
Cpl Vince Padilla will be receiving the original artwork for the tattoo autographed and framed by me. Lets all give him a big round of applause for being so fucking full of awesome. For those of you that didn’t win the artwork: if you actually got the tattoo, send me the pictures and I’ll put them up on the site for everyone to see along with your name.
In site news, I’ve added another Google ad on the bottom. While I can’t legally encourage you to click on them, I will say that they do help me out if you do… The act of drawing and writing a web comic in of itself doesn’t exactly ring in the bucks, but the ads bring in a little. While this was never really a venture of money, someone suggested to me that I add a PayPal donation insert to try and collect some extra money. Frankly, I don’t like the idea of begging for money. It makes me feel a little too much like the asshole over at Ctrl+Alt+Del and his dreadfully unfunny comic. I am exploring ways to make some money off the site but it’s a hit or miss process. In the mean time, if you see something that appeals to you, feel free to click on the Google ads. *wink*wink*
Something that has always bothered those of us on the lower levels of the rank tier is standing in formation for no apparent reason. It is something I know is common throughout the infantry, and usually results in Marines shouting out, “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???”
The answer? Usually you’re waiting on the Company Commander and whoever else is running the gig. I find it odd, the importance they lay on being punctual when they, themselves, are rarely on time. How often have you been 15 minutes early and waited for 45 minutes? This used to be a daily occurrence for me when I was back in the line companies, and to this day I was never really able to figure it out–until now. If someone is offended by this comic, be advised that I also enjoy a good game of “Angry Pirate VS Foul-Mouthed Teddy Bear” when I’m alone.
In other news, the site is getting quite popular as of late. Every day I receive all kinds of emails regarding the site, encouragement for me to continue with this venture. I truly appreciate all of it, as I mentioned last week in the News post. The amount of support I’ve received is unfounded, and shockingly I’ve received no negative comments regarding the site. This little comic of mine did see me end up in the Regimental Sergeant Major’s office last week, but it was hardly of sinister purpose. I’m actually quite surprised that no one has said they don’t like the strip. I imagine my strip as a guilty pleasure of sorts, for those Echo-6 and above. Ultimately I feel the humor is somewhat immune to the limits of rank, as everyone who’s been in longer than a year recognizes it all to be true.
In any case, as long as you guys keep loving it, I’ll do my best to keep putting it up.
On a completely unrelated note: this week saw the switch to desert cammies, sleeves up. To be completely blunt, I completely prefer this in Hawaii. I’ll tell you why, and this can be our little secret… Hawaii is fucking hot.
Frankly I don’t understand why we’re not sleeves up all the time, woodland or otherwise. Aside from the temperature woes, I also just enjoy wearing my deserts because they are so much more satisfyingly salty than my woodlands. I guess that is just what naturally happens when we fight wars in desert environments. Aside from that though, deserts are just softer and seem to fit looser than my woodlands. I dunno why.
In regards to the tattoo contest, no one has submitted any photos to me yet. A few people are in the running, as far as I know, but so far no one has actually gotten the tattoo that I’m aware of. If any of you are still ballsy enough to do it, feel free to shoot me an email under the conditions stated on Tuesday’s post.
With that, I bid you all a good weekend. In the meantime, I’m going to continue completing absurd tasks and quests so I can EAS properly. I wonder why getting IN the Marines is so much easier than getting OUT of the Marines…
At first I wasn’t sure if I should even bother doing this strip; I realize most Marines in the Marine Corps are actually the guy asking for the tattoo, and not the one drawing it. Unfortunately for you all, I am the one drawing it, as well as the one making the comic that has been bestowed in front of you. Ultimately I think people can still appreciate the humor in it–though I’m not sure if it’s more making fun of Ed Hardy or just lame tattoo ideas. Then again, sometimes those can go hand-in-hand.
It is a strange path in the Marines–as it has been made painfully obvious to me, 99% of the Marine Corps has very little artistic talent. While this is not particularly unusual, it really puts the heat on us few that do. Being the minority artist in a room full of young, tattoo-craving men usually spurs some kind of conversation involving something completely ridiculous embedded permanently in ink into their flesh. I won’t lie, this is an exaggeration and amalgam of various requests said to me via Marines with too much money to blow. Typically though, it usually involves something motto, something religious, and a skull (or something with a visible skull). Sometimes the requests are more amusing than interesting, hence what spurred this strip.
Ultimately though, the reason I decided to do this strip is to make a proposal to you all: I have a deal for you.
In the 2nd Panel of today’s strip, you’ll see a brief glimpse of this tattoo:
The Tattoo from Terminal Lance #21
Well this is a real tattoo design I created specifically for this challenge. What is the challenge, you ask? I will tell you:
The first person to get this tattoo actually tattooed on their body will receive the original artwork, framed and autographed by yours truly. In addition to that, you will be full of win for the rest of your life.
If you are interested in this, send me an email using the contact tab at the top of the screen and I will send you the full sized image for you to print out and give to the tattoo artist. Tell him/her that you’re full of win, and you need this tattoo now.
Disclaimers: I will not pay for your tattoo. In addition to this, the original artwork will be given to the FIRST PERSON that completes the tattoo task. Unfortunately there is only one original piece, and I can only give it to one person. Please inform me of your intent to get the tattoo, I will let you know if anyone is already in the process of doing it. I will not be held responsible for any permanent awesomeness put onto your body that doesn’t result in receiving original artwork by me. As well, there can be no changes made to the design of the tattoo, and you must provide me with photographic (or video) proof of your deed. When you email me, please give me your rank and name so I know you’re legit.
Again, ONLY 1 PERSON CAN RECEIVE THE PRIZE. LET ME KNOW OF YOUR INTENT TO GET THE TATTOO PRIOR TO GOING OUT AND GETTING IT.
With that said, I hope someone has the testicular fortitude to get something this ridiculous and awesome tattooed on them. When there is a winner, their pictures will be put on the next scheduled comic post. I know Marines love tattoos, don’t let me down now.
This comic was inspired by recent events at my final physical. Over the years in an infantry battalion, you really don’t get to go to BAS enough. Well, those of us that are worth a damn don’t. The stigma associated with going to medical while you’re in the infantry is most definitely one of taboo. To go to medical is to be weak, and as a result most grunts end up with all kinds of improperly treated problems by the time their final physicals roll around and have no real excuse for it.
When I was in there being examined, all of the problems I’d ever had were coming to light, and the good doctor was noticeably annoyed. Granted, she’s an H&S Bn. doctor and probably doesn’t see too many grunts, but I can imagine her frustration at my helplessness. She took about 4 pages of notes while I explained all of my problems, to include not having my medical record because my parent unit decided to take it to Mojave Viper instead of actually sorting out who was staying or going. Oh the green weenie strikes hard, and it strikes fast.
This ultimately led to me getting about 17 XRAYs done on my back and ribcage, as well as about 4 follow up appointments that I have yet to complete.
This story may not seem like it has much to do with the strip, but getting “fucked on a daily basis” is precisely what it’s like to be in the infantry. The medical record thing is just one of the many nuances of being in the grunts. She was dumbfounded at the lack of recording and actual procedure followed by my unit’s BAS. I never thought anything of it, I assumed that’s just how the Marine Corps was. But, did you know, that medical care outside of the infantry is actually quite up to par? The clinic I went to was not a shady, cleared out barracks-turned-BAS, but an actual clinic. The green weenie may be taking its toll on your rectum behind the scenes and you may not even know it, because you’ve never been exposed to the other side.
In any case, without even looking at the big picture of the big green weenie, grunts get fucked on a daily basis for a number of other reasons. Mass punishment is a common problem, as it usually accomplishes nothing. The same people make the same stupid decisions, and it especially doesn’t work in a weapons platoon–and I’ll explain why: Three different MOS’, three completely different kinds of people. The allure of machine guns, mortars or rockets appeal to very different people. These three different personality types cannot be expected to act the same, and cannot be punished the same. In my experience, the brutes in Machine guns tend to fuck it up the most, and “skatin’ Assault” and Mortars end up paying for it as well.
Aside from that, grunts typically don’t get half of the benefits or the benefits even explained to them that the POGs of the Corps do. You have no idea how many times I’ve said, “…what is that?” when someone around the ComCam shop has mentioned some Marine Corps order that everyone seems to know but me. It’s an unfair dichotomy, to be sure. I do feel, however, that the grunt path is the true path of the Marine Corps experience. It is what it is, and it will remain that way long after I’m gone.
Welcome to the 2nd of my MRE-themed strips. It wasn’t until after I started making this strip that I discovered that the notorious Cheese and Veggie Omelet had actually been discontinued last year. But the question still remains… Why does this wretched thing exist in this world or any other?
The answer is a long kept secret within the military’s highest ranks, but I happen to know the answer. I will let you in on this secret because I have vowed to speak the truth on this site.
The Menu Item No. 4 was created by an ancient evil lurking within the depths of hell itself. What does this have to do with us? Well this is precisely why 29 Palms exists as a base! It’s no secret that Charles Manson believed the gates to hell were somewhere in the Mojave Desert–namely the Joshua Tree and 29 Palms area. When this was discovered by the United States government, the seized the area knowing it would be of high value. After all, controlling the gates of Hell itself has to be quite a trump card in the world of government super powers. Once they had it in their possession, however, they couldn’t figure out exactly how to get the powers of hell and Satan actually into the government system.
After some exploration of the caves and chambers of Lucifer’s caverns, they found that a sludge-like substance was growing on the rocks and rotting corpses within. Through research they discovered that this substance embodied all of the evil that hell represents into a convenient and (sort of) edible form. Armed with this knowledge, the government quickly turned the demonic sludge into a packaged MRE menu item to feed to the troops–knowing that feeding this pure evil would empower the US Marines and soldiers with super demon-powers; and thus, the Cheese and Vegetable Omelet was born!
Unfortunately, what Uncle Sam didn’t plan on was the fact that it is far too wretched of an evil for anyone to actually eat, and thus far no one has actually consumed an entire meal to gain the powers granted by Satan. Oh well, can’t win ’em all right?
So as many of you well know, a story about yours truly was released in the Marine Corps Times yesterday. While I was expecting an influx of angry emails from all the ranks of the Corps and beyond, I was pleasantly surprised to find that all of the feedback being sent to me was eerily positive. I’m grateful for this, and because of this I will continue to make this comic and try to make you all laugh twice a week, Tuesday and Friday.
It’s been a busy last couple of weeks for me, I’ve been doing my final physical stuff non-stop. Apparently I have tinittus in my ear and got a fuck-ton of xrays done. I’m hoping all of the radiation will give me some kind of super powers, but knowing my luck I’ll just end up with cancer or something.
Anyway, for all you new joints, keep an eye out Tuesdays and Fridays for new comic updates. As well, I update the “News” post regularly with randomness, as it more or less is my blog. If you haven’t checked it out, take a look at the Store and order some kick ass skivvy shirts or something. As well, feel free to stop by the forum and hang out, I post there regularly as well so you can actually interact with me if you so desire. Despite the namesake, all ranks are welcome around Terminal Lance’s parts. Just keep in mind I am a Lance, and I speak my mind with honesty.
Though I do believe that picking on POGs is somewhat of a cheap shot, I do think they get treated especially better than the grunts do. How do I know this? Well I work at Combat Camera now, and it really is a whole different world. While they obviously have their own stressers in the work place like due dates and impending deadlines, the average grunt experiences a whole different Marine Corps than the average POG.
Its not just the cutting score difference either, everything is different. My first day in the fleet was fucking scary. We arrived at Honolulu International at 2am, were yelled at once we got to the barracks by some guy whose name escapes me and were put in rooms already occupied by senior Lances. Every mention of my drill and SOI instructors telling us we’re going to get the shit beat out of us as soon as we get to the fleet came to life at that moment. Luckily, they were too tired to really care and I set my stuff up on the top rack and went to sleep, to wake up at 0500 and start police calling and checking in.
Yes, the difference is substantial, it is an entirely different culture. I think most grunts would argue that the infantry is the essence of the Marine Corps, and it is in fact the true Marine Corps experience. I whole-heartedly agree with this, as that is exactly what I thought the Marine Corps was going to be: miserable and scary.
So anyway, I’m thinking of turning “The Difference” into another series. If you see the name pop up again, don’t be too surprised. Rumor has it that come Monday, you may see Terminal Lance grace a page or two of a well-known news source… stand by for that.
For those of you that are new to Terminal Lance, I say this to you: Welcome. No matter where you come from, Terminal Lance is meant to appeal to anyone who has a realistic view of the Marine Corps. Take it with a grain of salt, if something offends you keep in mind that I try only to speak the truth about my experiences in the Corps. This, of course, coming from the point of view of a lower enlisted infantry Lance Corporal. I do not hate the Marine Corps in any way, I simply see the humor in it.
This occurrence is pretty common in my life. I refer to it as “The Stare,” I’m sure you’re all familiar with it. As a lower enlisted, we are obligated to “greet” Staff NCO’s and officers as they approach us or walk by us. Generally its not a big deal, but often times the difference between E-7 through the E-9’s is indistinguishable outside of 15 feet–degrading to a blob of black weighing down their collars.
It becomes a game of chance and timing. The chance being that you’ll actually figure out what rank it is before he gets too close to be considered a late greeting. Often times I resort to a simple “Good morning…!” and just leave it at that, I try not to use “Sir” because the one time I did, I received the prompt response, “Don’t call me that shit, I work for a living.” Obviously this game doesn’t apply when you know the individual, but walking around in garrison always keeps you in a state of alert, not knowing when some random Staff NCO is going to start harassing you for not saying good morning to him.
I ask this though, if it weren’t a Marine Corps regulation, would anyone really care? Probably not, as I don’t typically greet everyone in a position of seniority as I walk down the street back home. Its ridiculous, really. While I have no qualms with the idea that it shows respect, often times I think Staff NCO’s and officers actually are more annoyed by it than anything.
Hell, as a “Senior Lance Corporal,” walking down the catwalk of the barracks became annoying when every boot 0311 scooted out of the way and panicked a quick, “Good morning, Lance Corporal!” at my mere presence. Often-times this happened multiple times in a short time span.
If you’re a boot and you don’t know the rule, I’ll explain it to you:
Greet a higher-up the first time you see them that day, or at least after a reasonable lapse of time; i.e., not every fucking time they walk passed you.
On a slightly related note, the little hand selector in the 2nd panel is definitely old school Final Fantasy inspired. I loved those games… anxiously awaiting FFXIII coming out next week.
So anyway, in site news, the forums are a little bit more active–which is great. I think more community activity and interaction would be great, but I suppose those sorts of things naturally develop with time. I’m slightly disappointed at the lack of store sales. I figured Terminal Lance skivvies would be flying off the shelves, but alas the store has been at a stand-still for a bit now. In any case, I will continue to wear mine with pride. I actually just had the chance to order one of the “civie” shirts, the Hand Signal ringer. I’ll post photos and let you all know how it looks when I get it.
In the mean time, keep it real and keep passing this site on. While performing my POGiest of activities today, customer service, I had the site up on my desktop and asked a random Lance if he had been to my site. He told me yes and that he thought it was hilarious, I proceeded to proclaim that the creator was in fact a genius. He also agreed, but when I asked if it had caught on within his battalion, he told me no–that no one really knew about it actually.
WTF gents? Spread that word like Jody is spreading your slutty girlfriends legs back home. In the meantime, I’ll continue to POG it up while I wait out the last 2 months of my contract. Peace.
Just as I’m beginning a spinoff on MRE’s, I’m thinking of going the same way with “LOL, Boots”. Really, there’s so many ridiculous and humorous things that boots do that you could probably make an entire graphic novel off of them. While the clothing thing might seem somewhat nit-picky, I’ll explain why it bothers me.
I mentioned this on the forum, for those of you that actually frequent there. Last Saturday I was at the barber shop on base receiving my weekly medium-reg when the bootiest of boots happened to walk in and sit down in one of the chairs. This is what he decided to wear on that beautiful, Hawaiian weekend:
Blue Jeans
Brown leather belt
Shower shoes
A black Quicksilver rash guard as a t-shirt
A backpack
Now, obviously there isn’t anything wrong with wearing blue jeans. I must implore you though, if you do wear jeans please try to avoid ones with tapered leg openings. These look completely retarded unless you’re wearing boots and you work in a warehouse. The leather belt would have been great had he actually been wearing shoes to match; but black, rubber shower shoes as flip flops screams “just got here.” I think what bothered me the most was the rash guard. For those of you that don’t know what a rash guard is, it is a device you wear while surfing to avoid nipple chafing and sun burn. To top it all off, he had actually tucked in the rash guard into his jeans (which is how I knew what kind of belt he was wearing).
If you can picture this poor kid properly, you can probably gather he looked completely retarded. The skinny, shaved-head boot look to complete it all.
Any Marine worth a couple of pumps can spot a boot from a mile away. You can just tell. They all have that same, fresh, have no idea what the fuck is going on look to them. As well, almost always they dress completely ridiculous–which is where the strip was inspired from. I’m not entirely sure what it is, I genuinely wonder if these Marines had ever been outside prior to joining the Marines. And why is there always one dressed like a cowboy? Yes, you’re from Texas–no one gives a shit. In addition to the cowboy, you typically have the token wigger and the kid who looks like his mom picked out his outfit (and sucked at it). The gem though, not seen quite as often around the grunts, is the 7.62 rep.
These motherfuckers go to cash sales and buy all of the motto, bullshit 7.62 Designs shirts with Ed Hardy-esque “Devil Dog” and “Teufelhunden” plastered all over it with some cheesy bullets and skulls or some shit. I say these are rare in the infantry because typically a good senior will snatch that up before he hits the streets. Just as Marines don’t let Marines drive drunk, Marines don’t let Marines walk around in retarded motto bullshit t-shirts they bought at cash sales.
I’m pretty sure that’s a Marine Corps order somewhere.
So with that said, I’d like to take a moment to invite you all to the forums. We have 100 registered users and probably about 10 people that actually post. What gives? It’s a new forum, there’s not a whole lot of lurking to be done! Also, don’t mind the new Google ads. I’m just trying to make some extra cash, so if you see something you like feel free to click on it as many times as you want. Speaking of cash, don’t be afraid to buy the Terminal Lance t-shirts. I guarantee you’re more likely to get laughs than mean looks.
I wear mine to the gym all the time, most people just ask me where I got it and laugh. Don’t forget you can still buy coffee mugs and other Terminal Lance-branded items!
Funny note, since my “50,000” hits celebration we’ve already gotten over 60,000. I better figure out what I’m going to do for 100,000 hits… maybe I busted my nut too early with the 50,000 celebration…
I am doing this because I don’t really want to run into any problems with it, but I’d like to say that it is really in no way directly insulting anyone–nor should it be taken that way. What #15 is, is an examination of the state of mind and being for the average Lance Corporal infantryman in a combat zone. I am trying to be authentic and capture what it is to be that guy, the grunt. If someone takes this as a direct insult or feels that I am being too harsh or in any way unrealistic and improperly representing the Marine Corps–then please, go to the front lines without your rank on and ask the average Lance Corporal what he thinks.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I absolutely do not hate the Marine Corps, or any of the time I’ve spent in it. I think it is a great experience to go through, and I will always remember and cherish everything I’ve done. I genuinely feel like the Marine Corps has made me a better person in the long run, and I would recommend to anyone to give it a shot. While I would never spend my whole life here, to each his own and I respect everyone for their own decisions.
I genuinely feel like there are a lot of things with this organization that could be greatly improved for the benefit of everyone. This strip is precisely what 90% of the Marine Corps infantry on deployment is thinking in their heads. This comic has a target audience, and it may not be everyone in the Corps.
I have yet to receive any negative feedback throughout the ranks regarding the strip or any of the content therein, but people are telling me to be careful. I will say this though, have a sense of humor and a grain of salt when you read this and you probably won’t have a problem with anything I come up with. The salt is key though…
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I really wanted to do something special for my 15th strip. Not only is this strip #15, but this strip is the official marker of over 50,000 page hits! In less than 2 months we’ve managed to make Terminal Lance an underground hit in the Marine Corps. So keep it up Marines, Lance Corporals of Men. Keep sending those chain emails, keep the Lance Corporal Underground going strong.
With this strip I wanted to really exemplify what it is to be a Terminal Lance. This strip is in celebration of you all, and all that you are in the Marine Corps. It really rates to be longer, but I didn’t want to overdue it (which I may have done here). If you disagree with the idea of glorifying the Terminal Lance in all of whatever glory he rates… my short response is “what-the-fuck-ever,” but my more tactful response is, “fix the cutting score system.”
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, the system is completely broken, and no one knows it better than the grunts. The Terminal Lance is not just an ideology–it is an actual, unfortunate phenomenon. There was a period of time in my platoon where we literally had no NCO’s. Was this honestly our fault? Marines from IPAC are getting promoted by the flock and you tell us, “Well you should try harder to get meritoriously promoted.” But why? Why is the system so broken that we have to meritoriously rate something that the rest of the Marine Corps has no problem achieving?
Maybe it’s just my MOS, the 0351. After all, over the last year our cutting score has been in the upper 1700’s while the rest of the grunts have had it in the mid 1600’s. But again, when it’s all said and done, the majority of the weapons platoons in the infantry end up doing the same jobs as everyone else–so why even have the different scores? I recall being a machine gunner on my first deployment, not shooting rockets at T72’s or laying breaching charges on doors. Perhaps some day the system will change or be fixed, but I guarantee it’ll be long after I’ve transferred my happy ass to the first civ div.
In any case, I made this strip to show you all that I truly appreciate you all and your eclectic, pissed off sense of humor. Keep passing it along, and I’ll keep making the comics for you all. If you can’t tell, I stepped up the artwork a notch in this strip to show you that my art-cock is indeed bigger than what the strips may imply. I’ll be honest, sometimes I slack on the art to get the strip done. Ultimately though, as long as the artwork is better than Sempertoons, I think I’ll be happy with it.
If you’re curious to know how I did it, well let me show you. I started with a pencil sketch. I do all of my line work by hand using pencil and paper–old fashioned, I know.
Just another pissed off grunt.
The pencils (in this case) are 10″x15″, which is a standard size format for comic books and the like. Once I have the pencils completely laid in, I start with the inks. Again, I do all of my inks by hand.
Half-inked pencils
Inking is a slow, arduous process. If you don’t carefully plan out your pencils, there’s good odds you will fuck up the inks. Believe it or not, inking is not “tracing,” as some Kevin Smith movies would promote. Inking is actually a very difficult art that I don’t consider myself to be the best at.
In any case, once I finish the inks using Micron pens, Prismacolor markers, and Speedball India Ink w/brushes; I scan it in and add the text bubbles and text via Photoshop after I clean it up a bit.
The More you Know!
Anyway, thank you for reading my long rants and strips. Lets keep it up, Marines!
PS: I will create and upload some new wallpapers soon, so stand by!
I’d like to start by saying that this is a 100% true story. This happened to a friend of mine, Tyler Cone, while we were boots in the field, hence the reason in the strip they’re all wearing the Interceptor vest as opposed to the MTV sitting in my closet.
There are many mysteries, stories and lore surrounding the MRE (Meal, Ready-to-Eat). It is because of this mythology that I am starting a new segment called “The Mr. E Mystery.” These don’t have any kind of ongoing story or anything, but every once in a while I will throw up a strip with the said title about the lovable meals. I will try to unravel some of the mysteries of the MRE in each edition.
One of the best rumors about the MRE is the calorie count, I think. So often you hear the grumbles amongst Marines during chow time that each MRE contains upward of 3000 calories! That is completely false, however, as it says on the front package “Contains 1200-1600 Calories per meal”. As well, you can always just add up the calories from the Nutritional Facts located on each meal item and find that it is indeed under 1600 calories total. That is, of course, if you even eat all of the meal.
Going back to the strip, I always wondered why you never really see or hear of anyone actually winning those crazy candy wrapper contests. I don’t blame the candy manufacturers though; after all, what better place to hide a winning prize than in the confines of something that probably won’t be handed out or eaten until long after the contest has expired? It’s a brilliant plan, really.
In site news, I’ve received some feedback regarding the need for additional items in the store. Things like bumper stickers, magnets and so forth have been mentioned. Unfortunately, Printfection doesn’t offer these items to be made and sold via them–I am considering the addition of a separate store for the addition of said items though. I know Cafepress does those sorts of things; and in fact, I would have gone with Cafepress in the first place had they allowed double-sided printing on their “Military Green” shirt (front side only).
On a side note, I’m thinking of expanding my web fiasco by putting up a photography gallery on here. I was thinking of actually starting a pet-photography business. I would love to make some money off my photography but I really have no interest shooting people, weddings and whatever other typical things may come of these ventures. So with that said, although it’s completely unorganized yet, if you want some pet photography done on the island of Oahu, let me know and we’ll hook something up. (It will not be free)
