149 is a special number. 1, 4, and 9 are the first three perfect squares. They are also the relative dimensions of the black monoliths in 2001. Therefore, CC 149 will be all about black monoliths. In particular, you will be required to do the following:

Psssst .... Hey nitwit, this is CC 148, not 149.

You sure?

Yeah, look at the thread titles.

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Shit. Now I have to think up new rules.

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Ok, here are some random rules. I trust you folks can have fun with them.

[list=1][*]Enter as often as you like, but each entry must be a series exactly three strips long. No more, no fewer. Any Monty Python fanatics among you can now recite the whole "three shall be the number..." speech, but no extra credit will be given for that.

[*]In the first of the three strips, the weather (your choice of what kind) must play a significant role. By "significant", I mean it has to have some effect on what transpires; just using the word "rain" is not sufficient.

[*]The second strip of your trilogy must include a silly rhyme.

[*]You may use any characters, props and backgrounds. Only ObiJo is permitted to violate this rule.

[*]I'll judge this thing Friday night Stripcreator Time.[/list=1]

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Millenium: It Was a Dark and Stormy Night (Act I) by israphael 10-15-02

So what do we have? A young male murdered, in a kilt. It is obviously a case of a foreign tourist being singled out for mugging. This isn't a simple mugging. The killer is cold and methodical. He picked a rainy night to kill, so that evidence would be washed away. Who the hell is that? That's Frank Black, one the greatest criminal profilers ever. But just between you and me, he gives me the creeps.

Millenium: It Was a Dark and Stormy Night (Act II) by israphael 10-15-02

Frank, the killer left another clue. "Oatmeal, organs in a paunch, make for quite a lunch. After you eat me you will die. What in the world am I?" Hold it, something is coming to me. No... Stop... Just kill me now. Don't force me to eat Haggis. I hate Haggis. Did you get something? No not really... except a hankering for Scottish food.

Millenium: It Was a Dark and Stormy Night (Act III) by israphael 10-15-02

Give your self up, the police will be here in a few minutes. By the time they arrive, I'll be long gone. And they'll the mighty Frank Black dead at the bottom of a rain soaked canyon. That's not going to happen. You failed to account for one small detail. Impossible. I anticipated every eventuality. What could I have not possibly forseen? Flash flood. AUUUUGH!

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"Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."

Stranger in a brave new world.

CC 148: First Day as a Fireman, Part One by akirajim 10-16-02

We're entering some strong winds... ...so you might feel a little turbulence. Nothing to worry about. BULLSHIT!

CC 148: First Day as a Fireman, Part Two by akirajim 10-16-02

Ow. High in the sky / Planes fly by Say what? Up here in the hills / We shoots em for thrills Preach it, brother. Skooby dooby doo-bop ska!

CC 148: First Day as a Fireman, Part Three by akirajim 10-16-02

I'm glad you're allowing me to join your hillbilly beatnik commune, Joe Cool. You gets to be our new fireman. Dig? I'm hip to that. This is your first day as a fireman. I'm so happy! Did I mention the cats here have a tendency to fall asleep smoking and don't believe in water?

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~But now you realize / He's not selling any alibis~

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**chirp chirp**

First installment ...

Retard of Oz, Part 1A by Namgubed 10-16-02

Meanwhile, back at the ranch ... Arf! LITTLE ANNOYING DOG CLOSELY RESEMBLES FOOTBALL! TIME FOR FIELD GOAL!! Good thing I had the drop on that bucket of bolts with my handy vat of sulfuric acid! Thanks for saving my dog Supertramp, Auntie Em! Say, what's that funnel-shaped cloud over yonder? * WHOOSH!! * I suggested we move out of that trailer park, but nooooo! Rorothy! Relp!

Retard of Oz, Part 1B by Namgubed 10-16-02

* KA-THUMP!! * Woof! Look, Supertramp! Our house landed in a strange place where all the cameras have Technicolor film! I wonder what those weird midgets are celebrating ... (DANCING!!) Diing, donge teh bich's ded! Yown adn strech! Giv mee hedd! I am Glenda, the Nice Bitch of the North. You have killed the Wiccan Bitch of the East, and for that, we are in your debt. I'm Dorothy. Look, just get me out of this hippie commune, and we'll call it even, OK? Wait, did you say Glen, or Glenda?

Retard of Oz, Part 1C by Namgubed 10-16-02

Only the Retard of Oz can help you get back home. He lives in Sapphire City. To get there, you must follow the red brick wall! Great, wouldn't you know it. Come on, Supertramp, let's go! (DANCING!!) ♫ Foloow teh redd brik waal! ♫ ♫ Foloow teh redd brik waal! ♫ Arf! You're right, Supertramp. This place is gayer than Liberace!

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"There's no point in beating a dead horse ... except, of course, for the pure joy of it." - A. Whitney Brown

CC 148: C'est Con Part One by akirajim 10-17-02

Fire is good, but whoosh is better. Whoosh is the wind that deposited you, my ashes, on the ground before me. Whoosh is like God in this domain. I'm a head but give me head. I have a cat. Can I give you that? I will accept nothing but blood. I'll call my cousin for stuff like that for he is made by Phillip-Morris. He is a jolly, juicy cancer stick!

CC 148: C'est Con Part Two by akirajim 10-17-02

I have lost, lost my ashes. Your scarlet robes, your kingly sashes? I have lost, lost my ashes. Your mannish pride, infected rashes? Clean the shit out of your ears, Helen Keller. I've lost my damn ashes! They're like your blood, right?

CC 148: C'est Con Part Three by akirajim 10-17-02

He had not blood to give. Then you will die! I blame the wind. Au revoir to fairweather friends. Goodbye goodbye, this is the end. Biscuit game adieu.

Please someone stop me before I read Joyce again.

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~But now you realize / He's not selling any alibis~

CC 148: Skeleton's Ball, Part One by akirajim 10-17-02

You! What? What's the DEAL with you? Huh?! Answer me that, hotshot. That has got to be the worst Halloween costume I've ever seen. Well, er, I WAS gonna go as Krishna, but the blue body paint washed off in this torrential downpour. And you! I mean, what the fuck are you supposed to be?!

CC 148: Skeleton's Ball, Part Two by akirajim 10-17-02

Yeah, you'd better run away, crybaby. Your Snoopy costume SUCKS! You're not a very nice man, are you? Soar sot the berry rice fan, fartoo? More rot but Jerry likes man! Tar Sue! Boar butt, Dan - - That's enough! Shut up or I'll cut your head off and stuff it down your pee hole!

CC 148: Skeleton's Ball, Part Three by akirajim 10-17-02

Okay, you've passed the test. Huh? Would you like to come with me to a magical place where you can have fun all day and all night seven nights a week for just one day a year? Would I?! ANTICLIMAX! This party sucks.

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~But now you realize / He's not selling any alibis~

CC 148: Hurricane Man, Part One by akirajim 10-17-02

Tonight's Britney Spears concert has been cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances. Namely, Hurricane Octavius. Hurricane Octavius sure is an asshole.

CC 148: Hurricane Man, Part Two by akirajim 10-17-02

Dude, I've got an idea. What? Chicken butt! You dirty slut! But seriously, let's kick Hurricane Octavius' ass. Hurricane Octavius is an asshole!

CC 148: Hurricane Man, Part Three by akirajim 10-17-02

Dude, we're gonna die! No, man! You have to remember to think positive! Okay. Hurricane Octavius is an asshole! I think we've established that already.

Nurture.

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~But now you realize / He's not selling any alibis~

CC 148: Me and My Pal, Part One by akirajim 10-17-02

This sure is shitty weather, eh dcomposed? I'll say, akirajim! It's raining CATS AND DOGS! AHAW HAWHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAW!!!!!!!!!!!

CC 148: Me and My Pal, Part Two by akirajim 10-17-02

Let's go take a walk and get a sandwich, dcomposed. In the RAIN?! Are you KEE-RAZY, akirajim?! We can play the rhyming game that you love so much. Chunky monkey octopus. Funky skunky pox on wuss. I can't think of anything else that rhymes with chunky.

CC 148: Me and My Pal, Part Three by akirajim 10-17-02

You lose, loser! Hey, best pal, watch what you say... Because words can hurt. I learned that from the Muppet Babies.

Blunt object.

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~But now you realize / He's not selling any alibis~

CC 148: Snowden, Part One by akirajim 10-17-02

This blizzard is disappointing. I feel sick. Or at least hypochondriac. My lung itches. Hey there, cutie. My name is Frosty.

CC 148: Snowden, Part Two by akirajim 10-17-02

I only visit these parts once a year to wish you and your friends Christmas cheer! I think I'm going to kill you. Or me. I forget who. But first, I'll pee. Don't watch! But I'm curious!

CC 148: Snowden, Part Three by akirajim 10-17-02

Hmmm. What should I do now that I'm out of my holiday slump? Write a poem. Nah. Write a poem. And they stayed friends forever. Fin. You talked me into it. Yay! Poetry makes the heart sing!

Chronicle my spiral down.

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~But now you realize / He's not selling any alibis~

It is a parallel universe where I am the only man alive.

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~But now you realize / He's not selling any alibis~

Boorite wrote:

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This reminds me: If you haven't seen Steve Martin's 1987 movie Roxanne, GO RENT IT NOW.

And watch it with your girlfriend or boyfriend or sock puppet or mattress or whatever you're banging.

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Wow, it's so quiet. Only three people entered, and it's getting close to judging time.

If kaufman ends up judging this fairly late, I'll throw my hat into the ring too. (I have an idea, but I also have midterms. :-/ )

Actually only one person has entered, Namgubed and akirajim are my other alter-egos.

Come to think of it, so is Devin.

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"Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."

This competition is challenging, but not too challenging. I like it; I especially like the unincumbered 3rd strip.

Here's my latest entry. (My latest becuase my alter-egos are israphael et al.)

101 Ways to Flood Your House, #85 by Scyess 10-18-02

I've done it! I've done it! I've created artificial rain clouds! *crack* ***K A B O O M!!!*** LIGHTNING THUNDER TORRENTIAL RAIN Uh, maybe I should've taken your advice and moved the lab OUT of our house. Where did the coral come from?

Veritably by Scyess 10-18-02

What can we do now that I've flooded our house? I'll bet you feel like such a louse. I could get a water pump... ...maybe from the city dump! You don't seem to be taking our catastrophe very seriously. How can you be serious when you've been talking with a pink cow under water for five minutes?

One Good Turn... by Scyess 10-18-02

*KNOCK KNOCK* Oh, crap... it's already 3:00; Jim is at the front door and the house is still flooded. What should we do? This... IT'S OPEN! COME IN! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHH *click* Well, the house is emptied, but that sounds a lot like Jim loading his .357 Magnum. The fool, his powder can't possibly still be dry. ...I'll be in the closet if you need me.