It’s been a surprisingly good week for me, if you were at all curious about the man behind the curtain, the wizard behind the Oz. But who cares about that, let’s talk about a week of comics that was probably way better than it needed to be. TEBIOS! Because hell, I think this gimmick has legs, at least until I run out of recognizable languages to translate it into.
The Netflix original series House of Cards is about as well set-up and firmly grounded as an actual house of cards built by your extraordinarily dull cousin, except the house he built is probably better written. Negativity’s in the air tonight, maybe to make up for the good week of comics. KOMIKSY, sometimes you want to translate a word a bunch of times because introductions are hard to do properly.
“If music be the food of love, play on,” wrote Shakespeare, but we don’t care about that because his plays didn’t have pictures, and comics don’t have music. C.O.M.I.C.S: Come, Our Menagerie Is Crumbling Swiftly.
Hey look! I have returned from the ashes, like a tiny child playing in the fireplace too long. Let’s bring it back with a bang as I talk about too many comics over the last two weeks, and I probably regret doing this. Ready? Let’s start.
Got some marbles? Do you have all the marbles? HA! I thought not. But you don’t care, you’ve got comics, and sometimes that’s ok. It’s nice here, in Comicsland. It’s warm, and numb, and sometimes these little stapled bits of paper might make you feel something. COMICS! Read ’em or weep.
Sometimes you just want to dance until your heart stops, which is impossible because you are a dancing robot, and you have no heart. You have no heart, and you must cry. You also don’t have eyes or tear ducts. So you dance. The dance you do is the robot. DUCK YOU SUCKERS, IT’S TIME FOR COMICS
I don’t have a clever opening for you this week, because guys, those are hard to do new every week. Come on, now. Here’s a pun for you, though! Answer’s after the jump!
Q: What is the best number of cake puns to know?