I was going to make some sneaky comment about where the Code is plagiarized from, but you guys know pretty much everything I try here, so I’ll let you reveal it in the comment section.
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You know that weird sense of decade that you get as you watch old movies? More and more, you see stuff in movies where you go, “Why didn’t they just pull out a cell phone and…” And then you remember that we, as a species, have not been able to capture random events going on anywhere we like, or call for help while in nearly any place we choose, or google when a movie was made and go “Oh, my God… Was that really THIRTY YEARS ago? I could have sworn this movie was only five years ago.”
So, in a few years this comic will seem so weird. “Why wouldn’t they let people with recording gear around? It’s not like the SmartWalls weren’t recording every event in human history, right? When was this comic made, anyhow?”
Funny story for you- My brother wore a wrist-to-ankle jumpsuit, gloves, boots, and a big rubber mask around Halloween (Now called “Cosplay for Candy.” You heard it here first). He did a funny thing at a local park’s party where they had piles of hay bales, scarecrows, and pumpkins as decorations. He flopped face down in a pile of hay that some kids had left strewn around in their ongoing straw fight through the park. When the kids ran back around to his pile of hay, one of them grabbed him by the foot, thinking he was one of the scarecrows that they were swinging around at one another. As the kid reached for his foot, my brother jumped up and yelled, “Aaargh!”
The kid fell straight backward from his heels as his scarecrow bludgeon came to life and shrieked. I have personally never seen anyone so stunned as that before or since, and that includes people who were unconscious before they hit the floor.
I wasn’t going to draw Lowell trying to seat himself at the table with everyone. You can imagine it every bit as well, and maybe better, than I could have drawn it for you. Eww, you got a filthy mind.
Yeah, it’s easy to say “Wow, Lowell is a crappy neighbor.” But when you’re of a clearer mind, it’s ALSO easy to say, “Wow, Paste is a really, really crappy neighbor.”
Oh, those rich guys with their martinis and their steam rooms… Oh, how I long to be part of their expensive Trump-like world. Except I’d have the cigar, too. And a monocle. Dunno about the top hat.
How many times have I started conversations with my kids, or arranged meetings, or gone somewhere to accomplish something- and thought I had a reason. Sometimes, more than one reason. I like it when errands are done with, like, at least three reasons in mind.
And then, you get the point when you realize that your reasons break down one by one, and finally… You’re at Target SuperStore for, essentially, whatever you see that you can buy and make it look like you didn’t discover that you were on a fool’s errand the whole time. Poptarts and a diet Mountain Dew. Y’know, like you meant to come in for that. Maybe a Cadbury egg or two, in season.
Lunch in the corporate headquarters. I imagine it used to be pretty grim, but have you SEEN the kinds of commissaries these places build these days? Man, sometimes I wish I didn’t work from home, and could wander down to the ol’ HQ lunchroom and watch the sushi guys lay out some rolls… maybe stop by the soup station, or maybe the taco bar… fondue counter…
Nuts. Now I’m hungry.
I think I got the last of a loaf of bread and some cheese slices downstairs…
Yep, that’s the best thing to do… Write down all the stuff you get up to. All y’all remember that, now. And carry it around. And show it to people. People with cameras turned on you.
That way, when the police pick you up, they don’t have a lot of crazy bother trying to pin down exactly what to charge you with. Those folks have enough to worry about.
Folks do what they do. I draw cartoons. You read cartoons. Paste says rude, snarky stuff. All’s right with the world.
