Behind
the Curtain
 I'm
bummed.
I had planned on scooping-up the beloved
girlfriend earlier this evening and whisking her off to see the Wizard
of Oz. New prints of this classic film were making a one-night-only
appearance all over the U.S. but both our schedules tragically
hit the brick
wall
of
apoplectic client
desires, crusty with the remnants of abrased forehead skin,
so we'll both have to settle for flying monkeys on the little
screen
for the nonce.
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Somewhat less bumming, though bothersome
all the same, I was idly checking Raging Pencils web logs
for October
and I thought I'd see which of the 330+ RP cartoons was
the least
viewed.
To my surprise it was this
one from 11-5-08, the night Mr.
Obama won the White House, saving us all from the embarrassment
of that scheming lunatic, Sarah Palin.
It's actually one of my favorite creations as it
at once makes fun of John McCain's plagiarized war anecdote
while at the same time welcomes
a vital change in
the fortunes of this country.
The reason it was lightly attended is easy to surmise as,
chronologically, it's just about in the middle of the cartoon
pack and most people either start reading them from the beginning
or the end. Most poop out long before reaching the half-way
point.
So it's no big deal, no reflection on the cartoon
or our new president, just an interesting statistical anomaly.
While I'm on the subject, the all-time, hands-down most-read
RP cartoon is this
one.
Gosh, I can hardly imagine why. <smile>
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At the urging of several emails I'd like to proffer the following
clarification
regarding the comic above:
Considering all the varieties of world-wide religious belief wouldn't it be a
boon
to
us all if the One True Hairy Thunderer would one day set aside his obsessive
notation
of falling sparrows and make a televised appearance in an effort to set the record
straight, to alert the vast majority of the devout to the error of their pious
ways?
After all, what if the real path to eternal cosmic wisdom happened to be, say,
Hinduism, which preaches reincarnation? Who's to say that a famous pop star wouldn't
return as a humble microbe nestled comfortably atop two all-beef patties as a
result of a botched attempt at hand-cleansing?
And what if the possessor of that happy little meal missed the whole announcement
as a result of a malfunctioning hearing device, thus setting in motion the next
great adventure for our little microbe? If, indeed, it was aware of anything
at all.
It might make a good comic. And, then again, I could just be jerking-off.
=Lefty=
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