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5 thoughts on “541 – Graverobbers”

  1. Crazyman

    “Oh, *that* kind of grave robbing? Lead on, Chuck!” 😈

  2. Dr. Norman (not a real doctor)

    What? I say “What”?

  3. Keith

    Heh, this is going to be fun. Tradition says you need to drink at least one bottle of MD 20/20 before going to the graveyard.

  4. Honzinator

    At first I was thinking of something like a potato battery … nope!

  5. Scarsdale

    If you take a dead “D” cell battery, take out the carbon rod from the center, cut a strip of galvanized sheet metal about an inch (2.7 centimeters), take a small jar for canning, suspend the rod in the center and the strip on the side, pour in drain cleaner, you’ll get 1.2 to 1.4 volts DC. 10 of those connected to an inverter will give you 120 VAC at 0.5 amps. Do NOT keep them in the same area you live in however, the fumes will burn your lungs. Just something I learned in chem class in high school. You’d have to top-up the jars every few days, however. Any type of acid will work, even salt water. I think the teacher was a survivalist…

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541 – Graverobbers
Posted on March 19, 2025 by Dawn

WonderCon 2025 is coming soon, so the next comic is planned for April 9th.

In the meantime, relevant previousness for this week's page:

https://www.zombieranchcomic.com/comic/223-surrounded-by-film-end-of-episode-9/

 

https://www.zombieranchcomic.com/comic/483-solar-systems/

Musical masochism

Posted on November 21, 2018 by Clint
I don’t think of myself as a composer by any stretch, and yet here I am fumbling my way through another song. I did some musical theater and glee club (yes, glee club) in my academic years, but that was so long ago I’ve likely lost any pitch and breath control that I might have once enjoyed. Vocal chords are like any other muscle you don’t keep exercising, and my exercise for the past several years has mostly been singing in the shower and/or car where I pray no one is overhearing my gasps and squeaky graspings at octaves I can no longer easily reach, if indeed I ever did. It’s probably for the best my musical soundtrack CDs were stolen so long ago CDs were still a relevant form of media. Belting out songs from Phantom of the Opera or Les Miserables was always something of an exercise in hubris, I’m sure, and infinitely moreso now. So why, oh why, did I bother recording and uploading this? A capella, on a cheap headset mic in my living room, scratchy-throated during a 2am bout of insomnia? I can’t ascribe that to hubris, so it must be sheer masochism. Well, that, and this: whenever I would read the lyrics of a song presented in a silent medium, it would be somewhat frustrating. I would try to imagine the tune Tolkien or Alan Moore had in mind and, on those occasions where a tune actually did exist, would find out I was waaaay, waaaay off. So I sang out the tune in my head, crappy as the effort is, and linked it in the comic blog. So now if there’s anyone out there like me, they at least have something to work with.