Probability of Monday Hatred: Still High
Fig. 1.Via a Comics Curmudgeon commenter, a Garfield Randomizer. When you click the button it serves up three random panels taken from Garfield strips. Over and over again. Occasionally the result is a statement of undiluted bleakness (fig. 1). Occasionally the result looks like an absurd but deliberately assembled dadaist tryptich (fig. 2). Everything that comes out of it is better than regular Garfield.
Fig. 2.
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I think Garfield might be one of those things that hits its peak according to how old you are, as opposed to how good it is. I don't think the Garfield cartoons we really liked in the late 80s were any different from the ones today.
Remember how we were clipping them out of the paper one summer and putting them into a photo album? Then we had to go to camp or something for a week, and Pete took over, and all the scissors-work was really sloppy since he was, what, like six. I think Mom had to tell us to stop griping at him about it afterwards. (I mean, sure, from her perspective it didn't matter that much.) Yep, no grown-up personality resonances there.
Our age cohort's real comics-page blessing was to have been the right age for Calvin & Hobbes when it was at its best.
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This is another comic thing which pairs Family Circus panels with Nietzsche quotes. Awesome.
That is awesome. Nothing like replacing too-precious malapropisms with Nietzsche aphorisms to add a little kick to the family values.
I also remember the Garfield scrapbooking, including Pete's ill-fated fill-in week. (I think that book is still floating the house, actually, at least as of a year or two ago.) I'd say "hopefully Pete's scissors-work has fared better over the years than his handwriting" but that would prove I'm still as much of an a-hole in some respects as I was that summer when we went to math camp, close to two decades ago.
I still use that Garfield scrapbook as an example when talking about how, even though our parents never pressured me to be like Nate or Jack, there was still a pressure exerted anyway. Like, wow, I can be like my idolized older brothers, but no, my cutting is worse from theirs and will never be better. See also the pillowcases with cars-with-mouths-and-eyes where, Nate and Jack's are really nice and my cars are really crappy.
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