The idea that soap scum even exists in this day and age offends me. Soap is the substance we use to clean things. One thing it definitely should never do is leave any sort of residue behind. It would be like if sandpaper always left wood slightly rougher.
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Depending on how you look at it, The Knifeketeer is either the least useless or the second least useless hero in my team. (I considered saying “most useful,” but “least useless” seems more appropriate.) The Judger doesn’t do anything, she just comments on what has been done. Omnipresent Man and Mr. Everywhere actively avoid getting involved. Rocket Hat is very effective, but only at fighting one specific person. The Knifeketeer is the only one going out, fighting crime, and getting his hands dirty. Well, more bloody than dirty, but the point still stands.
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The mutual agreement to conceal and deny the unpleasant aspects of reality is one possible definition of civilization. It’s not a particularly pleasant definition, which is why it seldom comes up. To examine our civilization too closely would be uncivilized.
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Usually, it’s the first or third panel that I think is the strongest, but in this one it’s the last. It’s not like me to end on the best joke. Usually I get my big laugh, then keep going while my audience grows more and more confused.
Anyone who saw me do stand-up back in the day will sadly attest that I’m not kidding.
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Way back when the world was in black and white, the comedian George Burns used to have lunch with several friends every week. One of those friends was Groucho Marx
George Burns was a fan of seafood, and his standard order was the sea bass. There was a hit song a back then called “You’ve Got to See Mama Every Night or You Can’t See Mama at All.” One day when Burns ordered the sea bass, Groucho said, “You know, you’ve got to see bass every night or you can’t see bass at all.” This is a good example of a Groucho Marx joke, but not an example of a good Groucho Marx joke.
Anyway, for a long, long time after that, every week Burns would order the sea bass and Groucho would say “You know, you’ve got to see bass every night or you can’t see bass at all.” Groucho enjoyed it more every time he said it. George Burns not so much.
Finally, Burns had had enough. Before everybody had sat down he pulled the waiter aside and said, “Look, I don’t want to order at the table. Please just make a note that I’ll be having the sea bass.”
The waiter said, “Yes sir. By the way, did you know that you’ve got to see bass every night or you can’t see bass at all?”
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HEY EVERYBODY, I HAVE A NEW NOVEL OUT!
It is called Grand Theft Astro, and it’s available now as an Audible Original. The e-book and paper editions will be out in January, 2022.
Now, on to your regularly scheduled commentary.
Once, in high school, when I was working at a chain restaurant, I made an offhand joke about the crew unionizing. The very next shift the store manager took me aside to explain at stupefying length why unionizing would be a terrible move for the crew, so much so that if I attempted to actually follow through on the idea in any way, she would have to fire me for the common good.
I remember wondering why the idea of the crew unionizing seemed to freak her out so badly.
In retrospect, the fact that she would regularly have me—a restaurant worker—wash her car, watch her kid while I worked, and on one occasion go to the store with her kid and a list of household items to buy for her (including pantyhose) might have had something to do with it.
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HEY EVERYBODY, I HAVE A NEW NOVEL OUT!
It is called Grand Theft Astro, and it’s available now as an Audible Original. The e-book and paper editions will be out in January, 2022.
Now, on to your regularly scheduled commentary.
I write down my ideas for these comments as I read the comics, and often I find that the third of fourth panel contains a joke based on the very idea that I came up with while reading the first panel. Clearly I’m having the same ideas now that I did back when I wrote the comic. This gives me hope that I haven’t “lost it.”
Sadly, it also makes me worry that “it” hasn’t improved much either.
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HEY EVERYBODY, I HAVE A NEW NOVEL OUT!
It is called Grand Theft Astro, and it’s available now as an Audible Original. The e-book and paper editions will be out in January, 2022.
Now, as for the comic, I really like the first panel in this one. Well done, past Meyer!
Since I don’t really have much else to say about this comic, I’ll clarify something that has been the subject of more than a little supposition and debate: the proper pronunciation of my go-to shout of alarm, “NGAAAAH.”
NGAAAAH is, sadly, the closest phonetic spelling I can think of to the actual noise I make when I’m startled. I think the “AAAAH” part is self-explanatory, but it starts with the sound one makes at the end of a word that ends with ING. Take “singing,” for example. Silently mouth the word “singing,” but only make noise after the second I. You should end up with something similar to an N, but more strangled, and emanating from the back of the throat. Practice making that sound. Eventually you’ll get the hang of it, and any family members/office mates who hear you will avoid you for the rest of the day out of a vague, unnamable fear of whatever it is you’re struggling with/afflicted by/transforming into. Once you have the “NG” mastered, roll directly from that into a staccato shout of alarm, cramming all seven letters into one big syllable, and you, my friend, will be shouting “NGAAAAH!”
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I feel about hugs roughly the way Richard Ayoade does.
Forward to 2:50. For some reason the internet won’t let me auto-start the video there.
It’s funny how people who are huggers, when they find out you are not a hugger, will just smile and inform you that they will continue to hug you no matter what you want, then mock you for not wanting their hug.
No, funny isn’t the word. Infuriating. That’s the word I want.
I’m not against hugs in general, for specific people. My wife, my mother, small children . . . cats? Does picking up a dog or a cat count? The point is, I have never, and will never hug, say, Ric. It wouldn’t feel right, and he wouldn’t know how to respond. He would probably interpret it as some sort of attack, or possibly a physical form of sarcasm.
I once had a guy inform me that he was a hugger as he came in for a hug. I told him I was not, and it did not slow him down at all. I resigned myself to the fact that the hug was going to happen, and out of some weird awkward impulse I patted him twice on the back during the hug. He kept me in the embrace and said, “You don’t have to do the awkward heterosexual back-pat with me.”
I fought the urge to point out that I am, in fact, an awkward heterosexual. I also managed to keep from explaining to him that forcing a hug on me, prolonging the hug when I was clearly uncomfortable, and criticizing me for my poor hugging technique was not doing anything to change my mind about hugs.
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To sell a printed book you need to write it, edit it, format it, design a cover, market it, tweak the layout page by page to avoid text problems at the page breaks, buy all the paper, print all of the copies, bind them into books, package the books in boxes, store the boxes until orders come in, ship the boxes all over the country (you hope) to bookstores. Then the bookstores have to store them, stock them, stage them, and sell them at a profitable price. If the print run sells out, you do every step from “buy the paper” on all over again. More often, the first run doesn’t sell out and the remaining copies are sold at a loss.
When you make an e-book, you need to write it, edit it, format it, design a cover, market it, and convert it into the proper format, and set a profitable price. Then is sits on a server and is copied and transmitted via the internet for fractions of a penny per copy to any and all purchasers for years to come.
So, is there any logical reason why an e-book shouldn’t be at the most, half the price of a paperback? You tell me.
Missy says: I saw one the other day where the e-book cost MORE than the paper version. Flames. On the side of my face.
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