Thursday, September 30, 2010

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Morton Also Appreciates The Subtler Qualities Of Art

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!  This is the awesomest statue OF ALL TIME!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Monday, September 27, 2010

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Monday, September 20, 2010

Morton Provides His Expert Guided Tour of Prague As A Public Service

Lesson 1: It's pronounced P-RRRRR-AAAHHHHH-G-G-G-G.  The "U" and the "E" are both silent.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Morton Encounters The Mysterious And Terrifying Melted Toffee Man

To some, you are a super villain, but to Morton, you're just plain super!

Friday, September 17, 2010

Morton Has Mysterious Plans For Midnight

Keep your stinking paws off of Morton's poster, you darned dirty ape!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Low Blood Sugar Brings Out Morton's Dark Side

Give candy to Morton or Morton presses the Button of Doom!

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Monday, September 13, 2010

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Friday, September 10, 2010

Morton Presents An Excerpt From His Well-Regarded, If Little Known Literary Epic "Red Licorice."

Once inside the candy shop, I stumbled and shuffled, half-mad with the perfume of the place, joyful, yet raging, for I was angry at the audacity of its existence, having only just emerged from the unsweet mud that caked me through my own child years and not ready to be confronted with the sweetness so abundantly available to, it seemed, every other child in existence, every race and creed and every capacity, given the freedom to enter here and fill themselves with the joyful scents, shades and flavours of hope and possibility so fully that, senses engorged by indulgence, they emerged into the blinding afternoon sun themselves shining, candied with it, the joy, hope and happiness, the sweet rain falling on all. And so it was that I knew what colour licorice I would buy. Not the bitterness of black or the strangeness of green or blue, but red, sweet blood red, red to remind myself of the unsugared days of blood and spit and hard earth and sweet to engender hope, fleeting, soft, sugary hope, ready to be washed away in the next dark rain, but, for now, sweet and good. And once I had those red vines in my hands, I ate them all, all of them, for that is who I was then and what I hungered for.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Morton, Video Game Archaelogist

The Tron people used what was called a "recognizer" or "reco." Morton expects to find light cycles someplace nearby any day now.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Morton Must Believe

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

It's Nose

It's butt! Morton keeps his butt to the grindstone! Everybody knows it's butt!

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Morton's Friend Lydia Drew This

Morton can't tell the difference between the drawing Morton and the real Morton! Can you?