It's the Day's Day of Days! Because I'm on the rock, and then I take stock.
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There's something so sad about the deep scuzziness of this strip. Muir's made, after decades of effort, a comic that would be embodied in the world by the vomit-encrusted shag carpeting of a very sleazy discotheque.
What am I even looking at, here? I can't make heads or tails of that second panel. What part of the car is that supposed to be? Are those weird silver blobs supposed to be the engine??
ReplyDeleteThe vast majority of the (male) audience for this strip is not going to care about the car, because nekkid girlie.
DeleteBarf. Perfect time for me to take a break from looking at DBD, since I suspect the "hilarious" car wash shenanigans will probably continue for a week or so.
Once again, through some supernatural power only they seem to have access to, the peanut gallery has helpfully provided, in passing mention, the explanation for what the hell I'm even looking at.
DeleteAs always, I'm left unable to understand just how in the hell they always KNOW. No matter how confusing or muddled or incompetent or unclear Muir's staging and rendering are, somehow they ALWAYS understand what's going on. I don't know how they do it.