The Fogels

5:42PM - Waiting for to the Hattrick to come

Guy Grimland came to my office this morning and convinced me to sign up to Hattrick.





It's a real multi player webgame, something like CM with hundreds of thousands of players from all over the world.
I am waiting now for the Hattrick team to let me in. Meanwhile, I am reading all the info about the game and totally excited about it.
I Haven’t felt like that since my Ultima Online days. I found the site of the Israeli National Team and they have plenty of great online guides and a fantastic weekly column by the national manager. Wow, its looks so exiting, Hattrick officials, please let me start already

1:33AM

We have been today with the A4 comics at a small alternative festival in Kfar Sirkin.





Most of the people there were sellers, and most of them were interested in organic food.

We traded the first ever color copy of Sahaf, the A4 version, for a magnet. It has got the same colors of the IDF patch, but it said "WAR?". I asked the lady artist why she did the question mark.

We also sold 3 copies of A4 for 3 NIS (0.66 US Dollar) and traded 15 more for 1.5 glass of Caipirinha.

Did you know that the meaning of Caipirinha is "little peasant girl"? I didn't know it till now. Anyway here are the ingrerdients:

1 lime, quartered
1 to 2 tablespoons sugar
2 ounces cachaca
Ice cubes

And here are the instructions:

Mash the lime quarters in a cocktail glass with a wooden pestle. Do not remove the pieces of crushed lime. Add the sugar and cachaca. Fill the glass with ice cubes and stir well.

5:57AM - They think we are retarded - THEY are retarded

Here is the second strip of Sahaf. Please email us and tell us what you think


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4:43AM - New girls at the office

I am out of the office during the Passover holiday and I am wondering what is going on there. If I close my eyes and trying hard enough I can almost see my desk and my office computer. But who are all those girls?


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7:55PM - Sahaf - the first strip

Here is the first strip of Sahaf. We will upload the second one tomorrow. You should stay tuned.


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5:34PM - On the road to Sinai with two 22 years old girls

I just came back from Yoval Caspi. I gave him a A3 poster of Sahaf, the missing information minister. He is going to Sinai with two 22 years old girls. He is very exited about it. Yoval himself is almost 30. He gave me a pic of Arafat he just made. I thought to publish it before he gets really "Irrelevant".

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1:21PM - Muhammed Saeed al-Sahaf

We are starting a new strip. It's about Muhammed Saeed al-Sahaf, the missing Iraqi information minister. Email us for the first strip.

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11:43PM - This holiday it was too much even for Eliyaho

I really like Boaz Kadman's "Eliauh Hanavi" strip. It's one hour now after we finished the passover meal and I feel preety much the same.
By the way Boaz has got a new site now.

1:15PM - A Dog Days Afternoon

Yesterday Charles turned into a criminal. Hunted down by the police and everything.
Tel Aviv has a new type of police nowadays the “dog-shit-police”. Great idea! Tel Aviv has too much dogs shit on its streets. The Shit-police is luring in the parks and hands out fines to dog owners who forget to pick up after their doggies. The policemen that join the shit-force are not the most smart people in the world. These are the guys that were not able to join the regular police force, they don’t wear guns and they have no authority to arrest you… Only write fines. But on the other hand – what fines! They can really ruin your month… The shit criminals have to pay a $100!
So, this morning Raphael took Charles for a walk. He took his morning paper with him, the literature part of HaArtz newspaper, and found himself a cozy bench on the boulevard. Charles, in leash, struts around the bench. However Charles is a scared little dog, and sat mostly nicely by his master’s feet.
All of a sudden a shit-police turns up accusing Raphael for polluting the park, by leaving Charles shit on the grass.

Now, the shit police was wrong in 2 ways:
1. Raphael didn’t yet leave the crime scene, and according to the rules the shit-police can fine shit-criminals only after they left the scene. So technically Raphael had not yet committed the crime he was accused for.
2. Charles likes to fake. Meaning, the dog does as if he is shitting a 100 times before he actually performs. God knows why – annoying bastard.
To sum it up – neither Raphael nor Charles had yet turned into criminals.
But Raphael is a newbie when it comes to shit-polices and their rules and did not know how to take them – so he did, of course, the worst- denied. If there is something that makes the police angry its people denying their “crimes”. The shit-cop found a small poop in the seize of quarter and yelled at Raphael “So what is that!”. Raphael considered for a moment to pick it up with his paper, but decide not to disrespect the art of writing by cleaning shit with the literature supplement of HaAretz.
The shit police demanded id card. Raphael didn’t have any with him. After a few minutes of arguing Raphael decides to walk, insisting on his right to do so since the shit police in any case don’t have the right to arrest anyone or even to stop them. The shit police insisted on his right to follow the criminals. So Raphael and Charles takes off. The shit-police follows close behind and calls for back-up from the real police. This makes Rapahel & Charles a bit uncomfortable and Raphael decided to take a cab.
Now, cab drives hates the police, so even if this was only a shit-police, the cab driver felt obliged to help the criminals. The shit-police tried to stop the cab from leaving, but the drives managed to get away. The cab driver and Raphael agreed on a story to tell the police in case they were stopped.
Raphael thought to take the cab back home. But the “crime-scene” happened to be close to home, and the devoted shit-police had indeed got his backup. The streets around our house were filled with shit-police cars – even some regular police cars had been called in to seize the criminals. The cab drove a few rounds, but the shit police did not give up easily, so Raphael decided to flee the scene and got off at his mother’s office a few blocks away.
At the office he found an old sweatshirt for a youth tour to the concentration camps in Poland. A tour that took place and 89, that Raphael were supposed to join, but actually never got around to in the end. Raphael gained a pound or two since the late 80ies (I would personally give quite a lot to see him in that sweatshirt) – but he put it on so that the shit-police would not recognize him, should they still hang in the neighborhood. In the far to small sweatshirt Raphael sets out for work and his brother in crime, Charles is stuck with Raphael’s mother for the rest of the day.
The shit police has not yet got the crime-brothers. I’m the one who has to get out with the dog… and we try to avoid the crime-scene as much as possible. We have found other lawns to poop on….

8:58PM - An Indonesian hacker that truly likes to have fun

8:53PM - Less thin in reality

8:33AM - Ilan the Arstronaut and the Space Casino

6:00AM - Ilan the Arstronaut