

The hatman and his spiders have arrived


The hatman and his spiders have arrived


One of my absolute favorites.


The Wikipedia article attributes the strip to Simone Veil, and that’s what their current Patreon goes by, so I guess that’s what I’d go with. I had actually stumbled across one direct interview a number of years after the project wound down, and really appreciated her opening up about it.


I have a difficult one: the comic is Pictures for Sad Children. It doesn’t have a signature. It got nuked off the web when the creator had a breakdown (I think). The creator disappeared and has since transitioned, so attributing it to the then-published name would be deadnaming someone. How should it be attributed?
“Enumclaw” is the safe word.


Jar go crunch


And wouldn’t you know, it’s currently no. 11 on the iOS App Store’s list of free apps, just behind DoorDash. Chat, are they cooked


This guy knows what’s up.
Question if you’ve been recently: is it just me or have they made movies really damn loud? Not in the sense that they’re trying to get a broader dynamic range, but the whole thing is just tinnitus-inducing the whole way through. Is the mix just bad, the tuning bad, or are the volumes just cranked?


“You don’t LOOK like a 2…”


Walked right into that one lmao


My GluckGluck9000 has a huge touchscreen which only knocks off 100 miles of range while I’m gooning
I have a relative (former Air Force) who was vaguely asked to speak about the merits of military service at a school in the early 70s — you know the war. Turns out it’s fucking graduation day at an inner-city high school. They’re not below anything.


His ringtone is Aerosmith’s “Love in an Elevator”


I hope his lymph nodes are as big as cats


just touching fentanyl
But you can watch a cop fake a seizure from being within 500 yards of it and lol at their dumb asses
I thought he was at a SunnO))) show for a second


Turn that place into Home Alone and watch the shenanigans


I’ve seen Colbert nerd out on it. If they insist on milking the franchise, and anyone should be thrown into a writers room, they got the right dude.
Kids on the beat! Kids on the beat! Beat Kids!
I had one I called a “slambien.” Ambien, lorazepam, and Benadryl. It sadly didn’t always work. But then there’s always seroquel if you never want to wake up again.