(echoes from my so-blogged life)
...but pure genius? A disheartening glimpse into 21st century battles with loneliness and existential crises.
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Posted by thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy at 12:23 AM Labels: brain chew, genius
4 comments:
It may be that I am nuts but they are about as funny without Garfield as with.
Look at it this way, Maude is a better cat than Garfield. Just a thought.
~BPP
i'm not a garfield fan, but these are bloody brilliant. especially the "the day is gone, we can't relive it, it's gone forever" strip. the look on his face...it's sartre mixed with kiddie art. it's practically an underground strip without the cat. i wish i had thought of it.
How did *I* become John Arbuckle? I used to *be* somebody.
isn't that guy from somewhere near here? is that supposed to mean something? let's send a cat to africa. or at least to the red sea.
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