Things have been pretty ridiculous around here today, partially from the glee brought on by the visitation of some my favourite internet-famous people, Chris Pollette and Jonathon Strickland.
I have some pretty big plans that I’ll be unveiling tonight, in the hours post-“paying-the-bills”, but it’s mostly been a pretty pleasing day.
Stay tuned!
Update: It’s up!
Charlton Comics’ Ghost Manor, Vol. 14, No. 76 – Sept., ’84
The reality of I Love Lucy hadn’t really sunk in for me till just the other day.
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Born of the same television era that happily allowed the concept of “The Lovable Drunk”, Lucy is obviously a caricature of a woman who suffers from untreated anxiety and depression. Our lack of medical and social understanding led to ill people being considered fair comedic game, as were the aforementioned drunks – or, really, black people and the mentally & physically handicapped – and all of the signs are there: the lack of self-confidence, the manic focus, the extreme swings in emotion.
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It wouldn’t be tough to “Garfield minus Garfield” every Lucy clip, but the truth is undeniable: laughing at Lucy is equivalent to laughing at mental retardation.
During my illness I stumbled across this one page story from Scary Tales No. 41 (Charlton Comics, Nov. ’83). I found the gag clever enough that I’ve scanned the whole thing in to share.
There were no art or writing credits that I could find, although the penciling looks familiar.
You can click the image to view a slightly larger version.
From the CNN article entitled “Is fat fare at fast foods going too far?”
“The bun-free (“so meaty, there’s no room”) sandwich features two pieces of bacon, two slices of melted cheese and “Colonel’s Sauce” – which KFC officials said is a “zesty mayonnaise” — slathered between two chicken filets, either original recipe (540 calories and 32 fat grams per KFC.com) or the slightly slimmer grilled version (460 calories and 23 fat grams).”
Oh, how absolutely ghastly! Large numbers imply horrible results for our waistlines!
Er, wait a minute – here’s a screenshot (with MS paint emphasis) from the McDonald’s nutrition calculator:
I’m not saying a Big Mac is good for you, but the media should keep their cases of the vapours to appropriate situations.
Either that or be honest about ALL fast food.
Still in recovery, in the mean time why don’t you go over to Opopanax’s place to read about a gag I’d written that I’ll no longer be able to use.
I’m sick, the long weekend has started and the mindlessness of Steven Seagal’s mid-to-late-’90s filmography is calling me. Regular posting resumes Monday.
