If not, please consider this a further attempt by the author to fold the comic strip in on itself conceptually, to probe the very notion of “sequential art”, of narrative, of et cetera and so on.
And if not THAT, maybe try the stinging commentary thing again. Or go read today’s Cat and Girl, which is (and I am wasting words even having to point this out) excellent. 7/11 NEVAR FORGET.
These slurpees don’t run.]]>
Truly, I musta told that joke like a hundred times over the years. I don’t even tell it very well, but it doesn’t effin’ matter.]]>
And these days a Prince Albert is a cock piercing. So take that, confusing old joke that already didn’t make sense in the first place: now you’re filthy, too!
I was just about to say something about how this sort of joke doesn’t really seem to play anymore anyway — it’s almost always a joke about it even being a joke, I guess — but then it occurred to me that Bart Simpson has been pulling this shit for like twenty years now. So I don’t know if that’s a knock against me or against Bart or against people who still credulously answer odd questions over the phone.
But anyway, do any of you out there in readerland know what the hell Prince Albert was/is? Do you have some? Email me if you do. Educate me. I can’t stand this mystery.]]>
We did Oklahoma one year, and the guy who played Curly the Evil Farmer or whatever, who was a total mensch as I recall, had only one real handicap: he couldn’t sing. Not a bit. Trot out your favorite zings here, viz-a-viz “can’t carry a tune in a bucket” and so on, because they apply. Cats mating. Death throes. It was that bad.
Banjos could make jokes about this guy’s singing.
But he was a good guy, and so it made for a weird dynamic during the show, because he was also less of an ass than pretty much the entire rest of the cast. Go figure.
I guess what I’m trying to say here is that, you know, non-musical theater really has a lot going for it.]]>
POMO BUNT CAKE]]>
And man, all this talk about flashbacks really makes you think, dunnit? Why, I remember, back in strip #21 …]]>
Hence this mess: that’s the community-policing thread calling out the user who had just earlier signed up as (and I don’t know whether to call this guileless or simply direct) “What is Mesothelioma?”. Said entrepreneur dropped a few comments in various threads, linking to some forgettable ad-trap. Said comments are now nuked — one of the quiet pleasures of the job — but the thread remains.
As does (in deleted form) a sort of riffy reaction post by a legit user. Such are the antics of a community website. And all this over some ad stumping hijinx that probably don’t end up making much money for much of anybody involved.
All of which stands apart from the fact that Mesothelioma is (a) a terrible affliction, (b) a hilarious word, and (c) really what killed Steve McQueen, apparently. Don’t fuck around with asbestos, kids.
Also, it’s deeply important to me to maintain a solid grip on the phrase “twenty bucks, same as in town”, so, you know, there you go. Word up to James “Kibo” Parry. Giant H battles 4 evah.]]>