My mood


OK, @ZachWeiner, you are not helping. This comic is too perfect a reflection of my mood right now, and it’s not funny.

If you’re going to do comics that aren’t funny, they should at least be reassuring and non-challenging and merchandisable, like Garfield. When someone buys a Garfield plushy, they are making a clear statement to the world that their soul is dead inside, that they are a bundle of reflexes marching through the world making superficial decisions. What would an SMBC plushy say about me? That my soul is dead inside too, but at least I know it, and I have found a symbol for my pain?

Come to think of it, there may be a huge marketing opportunity here, for a niche that promises to grow exponentially in the weeks to come.

Comments

  1. Owlmirror says

    I mean, it’s right there:

    By popular request, God is now available in all His squishy sacrilegious glory. You can take Him out to smite* the wicked, or just use Him for a friendly yet judgmental presence on your sofa.

    *Smiting sold separately.

    For just 7 dollars more, you can get His Holy Word, in very few words.

    Note: God is a 10.5″ diameter, 2″ thick plushie.

  2. marcoli says

    Zach Weiner is one who is best at getting a reaction out of readers. Not a chuckle but a ‘damn right!” If you go back to his earlier cartoons, they seem (to me) to be of a cruel-is-funny sort, but he changed over time.

  3. says

    When someone buys a Garfield plushy, they are making a clear statement to the world that their soul is dead inside

    What if you buy a Garfield plushy as a clear statement that you have no soul? Does that work? (Would an Odie plushy suffice?)

  4. latveriandiplomat says

    “You can have the planet, but the lasagna is mine!”
    — Garfield?

    Is that better?

  5. siwuloki says

    Mood? Here’s something to fit your mood. The lyrics:

    Fish swim and birds got to fly and
    Sometimes, sometimes I just have to try and
    Make sense over all that we’re doing to
    Hold on to all that we’re losing

    Sometimes, sometimes I just want to cry ‘cause
    I know, I know why the sun shines

    O man, please tell me what you’re doing
    Come clean, I mean who are you fooling
    You don’t care if you rape what you borrow
    You don’t care if your children have tomorrow

    But sometimes, sometimes I want to cry ‘cause
    I know, I know why the sun shines

    Fish swim and birds got to fly and
    We’ll learn, oh yes we’ll learn when heaven passed us by so
    Dig deep and poison the precious place
    ‘Cause when we’re gone something good and real will rise in our space

    Sometimes, sometimes I just want to cry ‘cause
    I know, I know why the sun shines
    Sometimes, sometimes I just want to cry ‘cause
    I know, I know why the sun shines