TRANSCRIPT:
[panel #1] “Hey”
[panel #2] “I… um…”
[panel #3] “I’m… a little… concerned…”
[panel #4] “that I look like a wang, Dave.”
[panel #5] OFF-PANEL VOICE: “You aren’t a wang! You’re a little ghost in a cape, and if I call it…”
[panel #6] OFF-PANEL VOICE: “… Little Ghost, then everything will be fine, so you shouldn’t worry.”
…right now I kinda feel like we woke up a week ago to find ourselves handcuffed to a corpse, and we’re still waiting to find out if it’s a fast zombie, or just a regular old corpse.
Fingers crossed! 
Thanks! 
This also puts me in the mind of good ole pykrete—file it all under “Doing More with Less, and Doing a Ton with Basically Nothing”
It’s really the music that makes it, but the copy is also stellar.
Continue reading “These folks are *really* hard-selling this bidet”
This is a fun little mechanical musical sequencer.
Keep watching and then look around you!
Jesus! Be safe out there, folks!
What with the news and all, I was recently reminded that I at one time advocated voting for extreme clowns:
For the average citizen, the voting conundrum is born of finite time and imperfect information: You don’t have the time or resources to actually meet and research each candidate yourself, and thus must rely on second-hand research of dubious provenance.
…
As such, you may be better off relying on a heuristic of your own making. My preferred rule of thumb is this: Always vote for the glass-eating clown.
I stand by this obtuse position.
(Just to clarify: This is an endorsement of electing possible alleged murder clowns. This is not an endorsement of Donald J. Trump–although I do wholeheartedly endorse him eating glass, if he so chooses.)