I eat again at the so-called Soul Food place, and yet again I fail to consume a soul. Am I misinterpreting the signs, or is this place lying to me? The owner pries into my writing. I tell him only truth, and he seems troubled. Perhaps his soul is troubled. I could calm it. I could devour it. His partner is nowhere to be seen. The restaurant is empty. Today I will eat soul food.
You know why Thursday, Friday, and Saturday’s comics haven’t been posted yet and wont be posted in the future? Because they aren’t worthy of my genuis. Also: I’m lazy. There’s a Sunday comic that I just can’t say no to, however — coming your way in mere moments.
Mary Worth, 4/6/05
As one of the New Kids on the Block once so memorably put it: I love love, and I hate hate. But seeing days and days of Brian and Anna mewling and agreeing and assuring each other of their eternal, unconditional love, sitting there in their matching electric blue pants on their hideous turquoise couch — well, it’s enough to begin to make a guy hate love, and, conversely, love hate. If Anna’s unexpected (and I shudder to even type these words) “honeymoon baby” proved that any problem will go away if ignore it long enough, then Dr. Brian’s loving, nurturing, caring response to Anna apparently proves that difficult news is always best shared after it suddenly and magically becomes no longer a problem. All I know is that if this conversation doesn’t make Anna want to hurl, she’s in for a fairly easy pregnancy.
Spider-Man, 4/5/05
City boy that I am, I don’t have much experience with large odd-toed ungulates; so, when the Rhino announced that he’s “got the speed of a rhino,” I had to laugh. Rhinos are huge, lumbering animals! This boast is like claiming to have “the strength of a hamster” or “the intelligence of a brick!” But I figured that before I scoffed at this claim here, I ought to do a little research on ye olde Internet; and sure enough, rhinos can rumble forward at thirty miles an hour, which, if you parse the fourth-grade-math-word-problem construction of the Rhino’s monologue, you’ll realize is how fast he’s claiming to run here. I’m a little dubious that either a rhino or the Rhino can actually sustain this speed for a whole hour, but I preemptively retract my mockery in any case.
I’m still bitter at the Rhino for making learn stuff, though. (Don’t you know that if I wanted to find out interesting facts about animal life, I’d read Mark Trail?) That’s why I’m going to make fun of his retarded outfit. Hey, the Rhino: That’s the lamest supervillain outfit I’ve ever seen! Kraven looks like Sigfried or Roy’s just-a-smidge-less-fabulous back-up; you look like you got kicked off of a furry sex commune because your mom did such a crappy job on your costume! Plus, everyone knows that actual rhinos have one horn, not two! Jerk.