Wondermark #466; In which Everyone loves the Freak
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This strip, with the text included, and about 100 more comics too, and lots of other good things, are featured in my book Emperor of the Food Chain. For all my Wondermark collections, I write new content such as the above to elaborate on the ideas presented in certain strips (all told, about 20 pages of new content per book). Also the books are good for balancing out wobbly tables AND if you cut the spines apart you can use the pages for wrapping paper.
I have six Wondermark strip collections, as well as my parody Victorian novel Dispatches From Wondermark Manor, available right now in my online store.
Never tell the box-office man that you can’t hear well or he will sell you a seat where can can’t see either.
Help, … is giving part of yourself to somebody who comes to accept it willingly and needs it badly.
I feel like there’s more I could’ve done with this one, and I worry the conversation sounds choppy with all the “the new chief” and “the old chief” business. I can’t say much to the former beyond “it was time to stop staring at this and move on,” but the latter is because I wanted to avoid having to come up with names for either chief for fear that the name would either evoke a specific group of people or would sound too ridiculous to belong to ANY group of people that made sense. I’m no historiologist, and we strive for ambiguity here at PartiallyClips when we don’t know what the hell we’re talking about.
This strip made it past both my first and second lines of suck defense (specifically my wife and the glorious crap-deflecting trio of Devo Spice, Luke Ski, and Sara Trice, who also caught a typo.) They receive no pay for this service beyond being granted the power to feed and crush my ego at their respective whims.
MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: Amusing!
You can’t help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn’t spell it right; but spelling isn’t everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn’t count.
Old men are always young enough to learn.
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgement wage war against your passion and your appetite.
Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues.