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Since most of you aren’t going to be digging through the archives today, I am reprinting here a comment that was added tonight to a B.C. post from July:

i dont understand any of them. dont you have any kid orrented ones. i spelled that wrong didnt i? well there you go! i have to find caveman jokes for school but i cant find any! mambye you could try to find ones that an eleven year old such as i would understand. sincerly me!

Comment by Kenzie — 10/24/2004 @ 10:34 pm

So I urge everyone who has a caveman joke suitable for an eleven-year-old to go back to the original page and post it there. Now, no being mean! Kenzie’s experienced enough postmodern cruelty-as-entertainment on this site, I’m sure. I’d tell you her e-mail address, but, quite wisely, she says “im not aloud to give it to strangers.”

Once you’re done being nice to a small child, you can go back to cruelty-as-entertainment in a funny McSweeny’s article called “Excerpts From Dagwood Bumstead’s Intervention.” Thanks to the aforementioned Editrix (who has revealed herself as “Amy Lewis”) for the tip.

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One Big Happy, 10/24/04

No, no, no, no, One Big Happy! No incest references and no pants-wetting references — please, I beg of you. Other strips feature young children of pants-wetting age and don’t feature pants-wetting jokes. If you open the floodgates (so to speak), think of the madness that will ensue in Hi and Lois and Curtis and (God help us) The Family Circus.

Incidentally, it seems like there’s a lot of downtime in this strip, even if you discount the potentially-lopped-off top row. If the pull of the “mistake in my pants” joke was irresistible (and I concede that I can see how it may well have been), surely it could have been taken care of in three panels, and then never spoken of again?

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Mark Trail, 10/23/04

I’m very much looking forward to seeing this whole bunch on a future episode of Ricki Lake entitled “Bitch, I’m-a steal your man!” At last, the artifact-wrangling is taken care of and now the cat-fighting can begin. Cherry may have a porn star’s name, but she clearly has a thing or two to learn about keeping a man satisfied. When your boyfriend has just snagged an evil artifact-smuggler with nothing more than an ordinary fishing line (an act so at odds with the known laws of physics that it wasn’t even depicted in the strip) you don’t just tell him he “did good”; you slobber all over him and ask him to tell you some fascinating facts about migratory birds, if you know what I mean (and I think you do). At least Cherry and Kelly are on a level playing field in terms of attire: they’re both wearing matching pink polo shirts, presumably because they know they make Mark hot.

Meanwhile, I’m beginning to suspect that Mark’s fishing buddy “Bill” is actually Slate magazine founder Michael Kinsley.