Comment of the Week

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.

Voshkod

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To everyone still tuning in eager for his or her comics fix, I must say unto you: sorry. I’ll be on the road for a few days and not up for posting. New comics starting next Tuesday.

Update Wed. 12/29: OK, see, when I said “New comics starting next Tuesday,” what I meant was that the first new comic I do will be from Tuesday’s newspaper. In keeping with traditionally lax IRTCSYDHT practice, that comic may not be posted until tonight or tomorrow. Suck it up, people.

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The Lockhorns, 12/22/04

Many of you are beginning your trek home this week to spend time in the bosom of your screeching, dysfunctional families. In that spirit, I just wanted to share with you this panel, which distills the gloriously bitter Lockhorns down to their essence: I’m married to you, but you cause me pain! I think I’ve found my Christmas card for next year.

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Mary Worth, 12/21/04

Boy, in this storyline, Mary Worth’s evil manipulating ways are finally out in the open. First, she openly urged Anna to pursue a married man; now she’s planting seeds of doubt in Anna’s mind to make sure that she can’t just have a pleasant romantic experience, but will rather be sabotaged by second-guessing. It’s not clear if Mary’s pulling this nonsense because she’s disappointed that Brian is single after all, or if she just likes screwing with people’s heads. Either way, it’s becoming clear that her need for drama is wreaking havoc on the lives of those around her. In three to five years, she’ll no doubt be waiting at the exit gate to the state pen, waiting for Tommy with a nice big brown bag of “stuff.”