Still Trying For The Sexy. Still Failing Miserably.

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because two whole minutes underwater.

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I find efforts to understand the mindset of fans who praise Muir's fans for his drawings alien to my mind.  And genuinely frightening at times.

Now Let Us Be Revolting Together!

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because a forbidding landscape.

This is sort of like a redneck Seinfeld that imagines it's a redneck Friends...

Only without the humor.

A Brilliant Political Metaphor, Delivered Through Sexism.

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because the Sentinels.

As we continue the longest immobile car ride ever, I will acknowledge that Muir's mastery of suck is such that he managed to find a way to make this continuing riff on the theme of the uniforms worse.

"It Will Be Like A Strip Club! Only With Less Dignity!"

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because custard.

I'm starting to wish he'd just show the damn uniforms.  So he'd stop talking about how awful they were for awhile.

"Let's Build Up Interest In The Awful Cheesecake!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because then there should be rocks coming out of it.

It just goes on, and on...

An Ass Trying To Draw An Ass...

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because Strigiphilus garylarsoni.

You know, when I started doing this, I never imagined the life of Muir's cast would reach these levels of dullness and surrealness. Simultaneously.

"Thank Goodness I Am One With The HiveMind And Its Blessed Unity!"

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because down to the pier.

Ahh, look at those lovely batshit blocks of text...

Go into the bubble, Muir.  It is your salvation...