Thundercats was an awesome show. At least by 80s cartoon standards. Viewed today, the writing, particularly the dialogue, is clearly not up to the storytelling standards of modern cartoons. Not to say that all modern cartoons are written particularly well, but back in the 80s, cartoons were vehicles for selling action figures. They didn’t need to be well written.
Seriously, guys, I don’t even know. These characters are all pretty damn phallic, which I swear was unintentional. They all started as stick figures once upon a time. Some people might think that when I start making penis jokes, I’m running out of ideas. In actuality, it means I’m just getting started. ;)
Psychic Rob might be psychic, and clairvoyant, and yes, even telekinetic, but until he learns to use those powers for something people find generally useful, they’re going to be little better than parlor tricks. Beautiful, hamburger-delivering parlor tricks.
It’s been a rainy summer this year. Maybe not cold and rainy, like it is in this comic, but rainy nonetheless. And that, my friends, is kind of a bummer.
I can’t think of a better tattoo than a face on the back of someone’s head. I’m sure someone has done this in real life, although I haven’t seen any examples. It’s probably terrifying.
The truth is, Winslow and Kurt are only into steampunk because they like to have an excuse to wear goggles. It was either steampunk, or become professional swimmers. And steampunk didn’t require shaving off their body hair.
So. I made an oil spill comic. F— you, BP.
This comic will make absolutely no sense to you if you’ve never played Super Mario Bros. Or any of its 13 thousand sequels. And if you haven’t played Super Mario Bros. (or any of its 13 thousand sequels), then shame on you. Shame on you for missing out on the most important pop-culture phenomenon of the 1980s. Yes, more important than Cyndi Lauper, or hair metal, or even the Safety Dance.
The real problem with robots isn’t that they have a limited vocabulary, but that their vocabulary is too damned good. They know every word that has ever been published in a dictionary, and absolutely no context to use them properly.
A lot of my comics are based on actual conversations I’ve had with my family. Winslow’s exclamation here is something that is (sadly) said quite frequently in my house. I’m not sure what that’s more indicative of: that we have no shame in resorting to scatological humor when appropriate, or that we have serious intestinal issues.