I’ve been living in Queens for the past four months and I’ve been feeling the same way. I’ve yet to encounter my own proverbial depressed balloon man, but I still have hope: I’m gonna move to Brooklyn instead.
Carter- you should have stuck it out, it’s worth being killed a little bit.
Zoe, yeah it is but I sometimes kinda sorta work for them, that’s how it got there.
I hope the 5th of July is better than the 4th of July. It usually is.
I’ve just moved to an island and I’m also searching for my crying balloon man. All we’ve had so far is a live-in gekko and 8 million bats blackening the sky in leathery-winged silence every sunset.
Ms. Wertz, if you are not careful, ‘finding my crying balloon man’ shall become the catchphrase for transplants trying to come to terms with their new city. You’ll be bigger than lolcats.
I guess the difference is that in San Francisco, the crying balloon man would probably be the LEAST weird/hilarious thing you’ve seen all day.
I’ve only lived here a year, and frankly I can’t see tearing myself away any-damn-time soon. Of course that probably changes once you’ve lived here forever…
Sean, I just recently moved to Pittsburgh as well. It’s growing on me. I noticed that it has a nice central location that is within a reasonable driving distance of other cool places. It’s similar to how it was when I lived in Phoenix. I could go to Vegas or LA or Mexico for a weekend.
Sorry to be off topic, but I hope it works out for you.
I’m also very glad to see Julia liking NY. Now I’m really curious to know what the balloon hat man was crying about. Maybe his balloons were full of curry Indian food farts and one popped in his face.
Did you guys know that Julia got her name changed to sno-cone at the hall of records today? I know it’s weird. I don’t understand either. but be sure to call her that!
austin godddammit! well, I guess when I leave this neighborhood, the only thing I will miss is people calling me snowflake. having you call me sno-cone is an unacceptable substitution.
i just had a search for the “crying balloon man” day here in my new home in boston (jp) - didn’t find him. nothing is quite like SF or sonoma county. we got good bread, good wine, good friends, speakeasy brewery, fog, lack of harvardisque assholes in khaki’s and blue shirts (there’s shit-tons of them all over boston). blah, home alone on a saturday night is a sad place - still waiting for a sign…
- thanks for making life a wittier place!
I’m glad you finally noticed!
Its been driving me mad reading about how you don’t like Brooklyn!
I lived there (Bushwick) for 1 1/2 months last year and I’d kill to be back there (your silly government doesn’t want me, I’m Australian). I’ll be back next year for a while but until then enjoy it for me!
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July 4th, 2008 at 9:54 am
Last night I had the same sort of experience about my new city Pittsburgh. ‘Cept I just had a good time seein’ a band, no awesome ridiculousness.
July 4th, 2008 at 10:27 am
Nothing provides perspective quite like a sad clown. Or a sad guy in a balloon hat of sadness presumably made by a sad clown.
July 4th, 2008 at 12:02 pm
I lived in Brooklyn for a year. It kind of killed me a little. I left. I’m glad you’re experience is looking up though.
July 4th, 2008 at 8:00 pm
http://www.viceland.com/int/dd.php?id=1381
isn’t this from your flickr?
July 4th, 2008 at 10:03 pm
I’ve been living in Queens for the past four months and I’ve been feeling the same way. I’ve yet to encounter my own proverbial depressed balloon man, but I still have hope: I’m gonna move to Brooklyn instead.
July 5th, 2008 at 8:07 am
Carter- you should have stuck it out, it’s worth being killed a little bit.
Zoe, yeah it is but I sometimes kinda sorta work for them, that’s how it got there.
I hope the 5th of July is better than the 4th of July. It usually is.
July 5th, 2008 at 9:06 am
I’ve just moved to an island and I’m also searching for my crying balloon man. All we’ve had so far is a live-in gekko and 8 million bats blackening the sky in leathery-winged silence every sunset.
ps. New reader, love the comic, keep shootin’.
July 5th, 2008 at 10:43 am
Ms. Wertz, if you are not careful, ‘finding my crying balloon man’ shall become the catchphrase for transplants trying to come to terms with their new city. You’ll be bigger than lolcats.
Fart on Julia…
…Fart on.
July 5th, 2008 at 11:11 am
I KNEW it would! It took me about a year to start liking it, and after 4 years, I LOVE IT.
July 5th, 2008 at 11:47 am
I guess the difference is that in San Francisco, the crying balloon man would probably be the LEAST weird/hilarious thing you’ve seen all day.
I’ve only lived here a year, and frankly I can’t see tearing myself away any-damn-time soon. Of course that probably changes once you’ve lived here forever…
July 5th, 2008 at 6:07 pm
Maybe the hat was too tight- ya know how air expands in the heat?
July 6th, 2008 at 10:46 am
Sean, I just recently moved to Pittsburgh as well. It’s growing on me. I noticed that it has a nice central location that is within a reasonable driving distance of other cool places. It’s similar to how it was when I lived in Phoenix. I could go to Vegas or LA or Mexico for a weekend.
Sorry to be off topic, but I hope it works out for you.
I’m also very glad to see Julia liking NY. Now I’m really curious to know what the balloon hat man was crying about. Maybe his balloons were full of curry Indian food farts and one popped in his face.
July 6th, 2008 at 11:37 am
“Finding my crying balloon man” should become a catchphrase!..
And where can i order the “some dumb books” trilogy?
July 6th, 2008 at 7:57 pm
Did you guys know that Julia got her name changed to sno-cone at the hall of records today? I know it’s weird. I don’t understand either. but be sure to call her that!
July 7th, 2008 at 6:52 am
Has no one considered that the balloon man might be fresh out of a recently-ended Fart Party?
Maybe the gas got in his eyes, or *his* balloons simply didn’t empty as desired?
July 7th, 2008 at 9:40 am
austin godddammit! well, I guess when I leave this neighborhood, the only thing I will miss is people calling me snowflake. having you call me sno-cone is an unacceptable substitution.
July 7th, 2008 at 10:41 am
I thought it was cookies and cream, Austin.
July 7th, 2008 at 7:53 pm
I don’t know what it is, but calling Julia cookies and cream is the highlight of my life.
July 12th, 2008 at 6:23 pm
i just had a search for the “crying balloon man” day here in my new home in boston (jp) - didn’t find him. nothing is quite like SF or sonoma county. we got good bread, good wine, good friends, speakeasy brewery, fog, lack of harvardisque assholes in khaki’s and blue shirts (there’s shit-tons of them all over boston). blah, home alone on a saturday night is a sad place - still waiting for a sign…
- thanks for making life a wittier place!
July 13th, 2008 at 11:49 pm
This comic should be read by everyone who’s ever moved away from their home state.
July 19th, 2008 at 2:54 am
I’m glad you finally noticed!
Its been driving me mad reading about how you don’t like Brooklyn!
I lived there (Bushwick) for 1 1/2 months last year and I’d kill to be back there (your silly government doesn’t want me, I’m Australian). I’ll be back next year for a while but until then enjoy it for me!
July 24th, 2008 at 11:58 pm
you piece of shit cunt