Edge City, 12/9/15
So I don’t talk about Edge City and its obsessive-neurotic antics much, but despite my distaste for its occasional exploration of alternative sexual practices, I’ve come to kind of enjoy it. Which makes it too bad that the strip’s creators recently announced that it was ending at the end of the year, in a melancholy blog post in which they said the syndicate didn’t want it anymore, they were tired of writing and drawing it, and nobody reads newspaper comics these days anyway. But at least, unlike Apartment 3-G, they’re giving their characters a send-off with a little closure and dignity, although “dignity” may be too strong a word for when Colin becomes a millionaire YouTube sensation and the whole family has to move in to a garish Hollywood Hills mansion and pretend to like all the asinine Vine stars he suddenly starts hanging around with.
Ha ha, is Biz having a stroke or just really drunk? He can’t tell! Just another good-natured laff from the hilarious bird-men of Shoe, ladies and gentlemen.
Gasoline Alley, 12/9/15
GOD DAMN IT A “SELFIE” IS A PHOTOGRAPHIC SELF-PORTRAIT, IT DOESN’T MATTER WHETHER THEY’RE DIGITAL OR FILM OR WHAT
THE FIRST EVER CLOSE-UP PHOTO OF A HUMAN FACE WAS A SELFIE