Look, they got Paste into a nice, calm setting so that they can all distract him with a little interview…
But.
You can take the boy out of the chaos, but ya can’t take the chaos out of the boy.
He oughtta get a shirt that says that on it.
Look, they got Paste into a nice, calm setting so that they can all distract him with a little interview…
But.
You can take the boy out of the chaos, but ya can’t take the chaos out of the boy.
He oughtta get a shirt that says that on it.
You should never say that anything is a particular superlative… without qualification.
What I mean is, if you say, “This is the worst meal ever.” you should probably qualify it, or the Great Universal Sense Of Humor will kick in and the next meal you’re presented with will still be moving and will cause explosive disembowelment or something. If you say, “You are the biggest liar!” to someone, someone else will come along and sucker you into something even scammier. (According to spellcheck, I just invented the word ‘scammier’.)
So, if you say some kind of bike racer is the weirdest, you’re just opening the door to something you hadn’t planned on ever seeing.
It’s like double-dog daring the universe to be more startling than you’re prepared for. And that the dumbest thing anyone could do.
Uh-oh. I superlatived. Watch out. Something’s gonna be dumber than ever now.
If you’re not expecting the Crazy-Ball game to run over you, your reflexes probably aren’t going to save you.
You just circle the wagons (or, in this case, the Judges booths) and wait for the arrival.
Thor is really selling it, don’t you think?
Durnell is good at the play-by-play, and Clem does fine with color commentary, but for sheer exuberance, you want Thor on the mic.
Plus, y’know, Australians have those cute li’l accents.
I think the judges have validated Prince Mongo’s belief in his teammate. I mean, The Prince knew she could kayak that course and win, but that’s not the belief that the judges have validated. No, they’ve bought into the idea that anyone at all was involved in what can only be described as the disemboweling of a toy boat.
You see the boat, you hear a name… you witness the unrelenting power of a gazillion foot-pounds of force on some cardboard and tape… and somehow, you feel a little bad for Gaia.
Who never existed, so far as anyone can tell.
It’s weird. Just… weird.
I imagine that running a festival of any kind would be like trying to do your taxes in a high wind on a hot day.
Eventually, you just use your own sweat to hold things together.
The title of today’s strip was shown to me as a rebus. A rebus is not a kind of monkey they do testing on. It’s a picture puzzle. At the time, I was working at a screen print operation, and the other artist on staff was told to be more efficient. He said he’d make a sign to remind him.
It was a big letter ‘A’, and a fish, an ampersand, and a letter ‘C’, if I remember right. I was very amused.
That has nothing to do with anything today, except that I’m amused by Durnell’s idea of efficiency.
See what happens when you just set up your chair, open your favorite tube of drink and sit back for The Passing Parade?
Entertainment the way it was meant to be, that’s what it is.
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