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Great to see Mickey on board. it's like Freud would say, maybe, "Archetypes are part of our cultural sub-conscious."
I'm falling off my chair this morning with "artisanal comics." If anything needed the Doonesbury touch, it was the current adoration of all things "artisanal." I was once almost thrown out of a restaurant in Portland, Oregon, for ordering a Heineken after the waiter's pretentious pitch about their "artisanal" beers. Thank you, thank you.
Business should be booming for myFacts. Doesn't anyone else see the link between the failure of the Mayan Apocalypse and the Pope's resignation? Both sides of the political spectrum need facts to bolster their Sequestering arguments. Will the Sequester do to the economy what Godzilla did to Tokyo, or is the Sequester just what a clear-headed economist would order? I'll be calling Austin as soon as my credit card application is approved.
Incredible. In four panels, GBT can deliver zingers at multiple levels and restore my faith in at least part of humanity.
I so love the compatability of inplausible facts and Fox News, and Austin just cracks me up!
I would have thought that even MyFacts has standards; even if it's "only" Fox News that wants to buy his product, Austin should avoid selling implausibility. What if the source gets leaked? MyFacts could be in trouble!
Good ol' Austin, the call center character. Where would our world be without him? Ever cheerfully mellow, as bland as his clothing, he has all the necessary answers at his fingertips. Nothing upsets him, although he works in a bullpen where there aren't even cubicle walls between him and his co-workers, and where all the colors -- of desk, computer, floor, ceiling, backboard, and the duct tape that keeps any and all of it from falling apart -- are grey. I doubt if he gets to keep his own desk, chair and mouse from one month, one week, one day to the next, as the next or previous shift person may change it all around. I envy his callers, as his accent is probably third generation Northern Rocky Mountains, and his enunciation is that of a college theater major. He is ever grateful for his steady paycheck, and knows that as long as he meets call metrics of time and customer satisfaction, he is safe from the cruel world of unemployment.
I did call center work for a little over a month (not counting training), and I still feel bad for the people who were so cursed as to have me answer their calls.
Kudos on today's "everyone is entitled to their own set of facts" oblique comment on the illogic of climate change denial, creationists, etc.
At last! Becca's back!! More!!!
I'm in the middle of a couple of editing projects right now, and this came at exactly the right time. It's easy to forget that good editors do a lot more than just moving the commas around. Sometimes, you can't avoid inserting yourself in the story. It's all good, as long as the author stays front and center and always has the reins.
I do a fair amount of editing, and had to write to say how much I love today's strip. I am going to print that one out to remind me, on days when it seems to be a slog to get through documents (mine are normally reports and course materials, nothing as exciting as Jeff's book), how much difference good editing can make.
Now that's a story line! The Red Rascal and his hot red-haired editor, the smoldering tension as they fight the resurgent Taliban and other enemies of the Free World, a stolen kiss, a moment of desire, the love born out of danger, the spawn of The Red Rascal and what's her name...
Time for an online presence for the Red Rascal! A Red Rascal blog would ensure another revenue stream for Jeff, allow Zipper to join the franchise, and give the boys another chance at a botched love triangle!
Surely, those aren't Drones in that last panel!
When I was pregnant with my first, there was something about tacos. I couldn't even look at them for the next three years!
These two are the Lucy and Ricky Ricardo of the 21st Century.
Do red-eyed rogues threaten our shores? No worries; she's on the job. Alas, she meets her enemy, and it is she: the green-eyed monster writ large. Oh, the humanity. What a world.
Anyone who has had a pregnant wife understands immediately Alex's thinking (and Toggle's look of worry). The only two questions are: What else will Alex irrationally worry about? And how will Toggle respond?
Whoa. Where did the ugly jealousy come from, Alex? Did you think every female singer he'd work with would have a big mole, like Aaron Neville? Leo's a great guy who adores you and is going to be a loving father to your kids. Don't screw this up!
Alex's continuing neuroticism never ceases to amaze me. Her delusions are just as pervasive as Jeff's, and seem to stem from the same general sense of inadequacy. While he diverts that into escapist fantasies, she projects it into fear and worry.