Lament for Markerbored

Happy Subterranean Holidays to you all, world.  This is the last true Markerbored, begun in June and completed six months after Pat moved out.  Fans of the site and whiteboards will realize what a severe blow this is to Markerbored's continued success.  Subsequent whiteboard jams will be melancholy affairs at best, since brief visits are the only way to really work it out.  But just so you know, faithful fans, Markerbored's not dead, oh no siree!  

Alright, enough of my crying.  Enjoy that nerdfest.

She Sells Seashells by the Seashore

Hot weather's messing with our markers, so we messed back! Cool off with an ocean breeze, babies.

Edit: forgot to link to Dan for the boredgames playing boardgames.

Double-Sized Special! 72 Pulse-Pounding Pages!

Can Captain America, Lego Man, and a pair of giraffes possibly prevail? Can Roommate Megan, despite the proven ineffectuality of her Mii-inspired inflatable decoys, ever hope to escape the clutches of Keystone's most feared law enforcement officials, known to the criminal underworld only as...the Fuzz?

For our faithful readers, we've included a double-page gatefold lenticular hologram of two, count 'em TWO images, only one of which is new, sort of smushed together.
You won't wanna miss next issue!

Cutting to the Chase? The Thrill of the Chase? The Hunt is On?

Any other good chasing cliches? But whom, dear reader, are they all chasing anyhow?

Our Sado-Masochistic Relationship

Well, I hoped beyond all hope it wouldn't come down to this, but here's one from the end of November. Certain collaborators have not been carrying certain collaborative weights lately. Certain other collaborators, having become weary of verbally punishing said first collaborators, started enforcing visual punishments by filling up our current board with Keystone Kops. Apparently, verbal punishment worked better, 'cause this board ain't even close to being finished!

Also, that's my parents' house Todd's old man is blowing up.

A Cluttered Desk Indicates a Cluttered Mind

Ah yes, I remember when I discovered the tantalizing bounty of Malaysia. It was on my third trans-Pacific yachting trip with my second wife and our duck. Such fair skies, gentle breezes, doting women and rugged men in those climes...Why, I didn't know if I could ever be satisfied at home again.

And I'm Freeeeeee as a Biiirrrrrrrd

Today we're trying a new labeling system, because we always run out of room in the labels. This should also create more overlap in labels between posts. So, if something's a reference to a specific work, we name the work. If the reference is to a myth or legend, we're broadly naming where from. Superheroes and supervillains only get to be as specific as DC or Marvel.

April Fool! Why would we do something as pedantic and annoying as that? But really, actually we are.