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The Reforms
Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition
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Ha, way to steal an idea of mine without even knowing it! (Really, good on you, Eden, 'cause this idea popped into my head about a week ago, but then I thought that we might have already had a thread like this, so I began searching the archives, then I forgot about it the next day, remembered again, and started waffling about when I was going to gather up enough initiative and free time to begin the process for this new thread about webcomics, or any comic strip, really, in general.)
So, here's my addition:
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Wrapped in the shawl of the internet's glorious anonymity, I write to you, oh reader, to ease your sensible--albeit misplaced--skepticism about the nature of this web comic.
Who is the scribe? From what zany world do such perversions of creative thought erupt? Many of you are likely curious about the heritage of the twisted imagination. You may be asking, what ample mind is being pillaged for such golden thought-nuggets? As you surf from comic to comic, narrowly balancing your understanding of the humor with your urge to reach across the internet and punch the cartoonist in the face, you're probably asking yourself why the author is peeing in the mouth of comedy. Who is this jackass cartoonist who so openly coddles puns affectionately and without reservation? If you're anything like the author, you've probably already stopped reading and are thinking about that half-eaten string cheese staring at you from my dinner table and so I got up and ate it and sat back down and am finishing the sentence even though I forgot what I'm talking about. You've come far enough to dig for information about the author of this web comic, and in the spirit of full transparency I will share my story.
Alas, I am, in fact, a dinosaur.
Wait! Stay your premature biases; stay your dino-hate! I am not the cold-blooded killer portrayed in Jurassic Park movies (although I am cold-blooded, which isn't a problem in the 21st century with technological wonders like the Slanket, a backwards robe I wear perpetually for its duel benefit of providing warmth and easy access to the TV clicker). I am not the dinosaur stereotype the media has created--there is no Godzilla-esque thirst for human flesh (I mainly drink Yoohoo!), I do not have a peanut-sized brian. Actually, in fairness, The Land Before Time portrayed everything pretty accurately--especially how they painted Triceratops as dicks (golly, Sarah sucked in those movies, didn't she?).
The logic behind my personal story is epic in its deficiencies: how I survived all these many years, learned the English language, moved to New York City and created a Web Comic to make a living.
But do not judge me for this. Does comedy not transcend the barriers of skin and race? Even those who are different are still prone to experience and share humor. Peel back your layers of prejudice and enjoy this website for what it is--stupid, innocent satire and playful dim wit. Together, let us explore the convolutions of humor, let us push the limits of our perspective, let us use these comics to approach the spirit of jesting from a new and different angle!
With each comic I am metaphorically extending my hand to you--the reader--like a poor adventuresome young man trying to court a woman with diamond-souled shoes in a cheesy romantic comedy. Take my hand, and let us explore my web comic together!
Each comic should be a portal; a backwards-telescope-kaleidoscope-thing that allows you to see reflections of yourself you thought were left behind in grade-school. Laugh out loud. Write (dirty?) comments as reviews. Share comics with your friends. My goal is to help you sweep back the dust from a newly discovered comic, make like a sexy-archeologist-lady and proclaim unequivocally: "I DIG IT!"
Cheers,
Jason "Bones" Boneasaurus
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APOKALIPS - The greatest web comic of all time
and a question:
would it be against the original premise of the thread to feature newspaper strips as well?
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As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi
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