Memory Foam II
Huzzah for Roman numerals! Here’s hoping Toby sticks with it long enough to get to the Roman numerals that confuse people, as why not bring that back? A little bit of history never hurt anybody. That page I sampled below hit home with me, and probably with most of you if you stop to think about it: motorcycles. While all people who ride them are clearly not assholes, it does seem to attract some of the scum of the earth. For example, there’s some asshole who drives down my busy street every morning between 2:30 and 3:00 a.m., revving his damned engine at the stop light and most likely waking everybody up who doesn’t have some form of a white noise machine going. If I could string up piano wire across the road and be guaranteed to just take out him or her, I believe the world would instantly be a better place. Toby does me one better in his story by “inventing” a device that makes all motorcycles self-destruct once their noise output gets over a certain level. His comic self was gripped with remorse, but the headlines on the newspaper the next day were priceless: “Countless Jerks Dead:”, “World Better Place”, and “God: ‘Great Job Toby'””. As with many things, I thought South Park handled motorcycle riders best, and seeing as how they have every episode up at their website for free, you can see for yourself if you’re so inclined. If you’re going to defend the assholes that rev their motors at every stop light, I’m sorry, but you just don’t have a case. As for the rest of the comic, it was a pile of great stuff. There’s Toby wondering what’s going to happen to him in the long run, getting a job at a donut factory (and yes, it’s about as bad as it sounds), trying to make time for all his creative endeavours, standing on principle and not eating a piece of stuffed crust pizza (I agree with his crying girlfriend on that one), phrases he’d love to never hear again, dreaming all day, reading online reviews about himself, not saying “you too” when people say “have a nice day”, and how his younger self would view his older self. For what it’s worth the guy worries too much, as he clearly has a boatload of talent, seems to have a fantastic girlfriend and, despite being broke, has enough free time to work on things like this comic, and he’s only 22. The pessimist would say it’s all downhill from there, the optimist would say things are only going to get better, but screw it, enjoy what you have now. And that is my philosophical thought for the day, the first of a one-part series… $3
