It’s that time of year. The leaves are turning, the air is cooling, the emergency room is prepped and the freshly groomed turf of the field calls for individuals of character to heave the ol’ cinder about.
Envision the first chronicle of cinderball here in ye archives.
Eye protection is overrated.
Summer is rolling steadily to it’s exit. Only a few weeks left to drift in the pool followed by a round of hepatitis shots.
If the dodo’s took over, I wonder if we would even notice. Other than obviously banning eggs for easter. Or maybe not – they may not have any strong opinion on chicken eggs. Like that Star Trek episode with the two guys who are white/black and black/white. The difference would only matter to them.
‘Not with a bang but a glorb.”
Someday if/when someone analyzes this and speaks of social commentary, I plan to just go along with it. “Yes yes totally meant that. I’m all about metaphors.”
I would think while re-creating dinosaurs and making apes servants have their inherent dangers, it would be bringing back a species we made extinct that is the real threat. Clearly they would have a very biased opinion of how to make things Right.
The idea of a naked invisible exhibitionist amuses me to no end. He is naked, but you can’t see him so is it still a problem? He loves it but does that alone make it wrong? Is MacGuffin overthinking or is he the only sane one?
I think we all know there is a little Reuben in all of us. Don’t we? No? Well maybe you’re just kidding yourself. And maybe I’m typing this without pants.
The world will never know for sure.
I always planned for the comics near holidays to be more impulsive in a way and simple – avoid over thinking. The idea being a) to make for less time involved when obviously near holidays time was in a crunch and b) try ideas that I would not normally use.
In reality, it turns out that b) happens, but I actually spend more time on these. “What would Winston look like with a giant M-80 in his ear.” becomes “Why can’t I find good photo reference of ham-pineapple jello?”.
There is a lesson in there but damned if I’ll learn it.
Remember – feeling glorb is perfectly natural. It’s how you express the glorb that matters.
Actors and tractors.
Morgo throws the best parties. Except when he drinks too much then rolls out Basket Case and points out all the inaccuracies during the movie. People usually start leaving then.
“I hear they buried them bodies up in the ice cream mountains.” – some crazy drunken gummy bear
In all honesty I don’t actually believe this to be accurate for life as a whole. However I can say it does apply for certain moments in life. I expect all of us have had instances at work, or driving, or at your chosen place of worship where you look around and think, “Yep – pretty much just riding a short bus full of clowns into the sun.” Or I may be projecting.
Heck sometimes you don’t even get the bus.
