This Blog is Deprecated

I realised today that since I got my Facebook page, keeping this blog was basically just duplicating effort and dividing my (hypothetical) audience, so from this point forward you should not expect to see anything posted here. My commentary goes on Twitter and my comic descriptions go on Facebook, and my edits go on both. So follow me there if you still want to see this stuff.

As of today I also have a patreon, which you are absolutely free to ignore and which you will get absolutely nothing for donating to. I just kind of realised that there was no reason not to have one. Worst case scenario I get nothing out of it, but on the off chance that someone wants to give me some money, who am I to stand in their way?

In case you're interested in anything else I do, I also have another blog where I review TV shows and post whatever other writing I feel like doing and a YouTube channel where I put occasional let's plays and other stupid garbage. Oh, and a personal Twitter in case you feel like following me there.

And that's it. I'm not deleting this blog so you can still go back and look at my old posts if that brings you joy, but for new stuff check the Facebooks and Twitters.



I meant to pot this last week when it actually happened but then I completely forgot and was just reminded of it today. So anyway, this is an actual, unedited Luann strip that appeared in newspapers and on GoComics.

I don't have anything to say about it, I just had to document its existence, because no one would believe it.


The Fusco Brothers - 2017-03-29

A man and a woman are standing in a room. The walls are a sort of uneven black and pink chequer pattern that produces a sort of optical illusion of blue patches. In two places, the pattern is unevenly matched, producing distinct squares. There is part of a window visible, drawn erratically and without regard for perspective, making it unpleasant to look at for too long. The sill and trim are white, while the glass is black and blue chequer pattern.

The man, standing next to the window, is dressed in black, with black, unkempt hair and dark stubble. He has a very large nose and bags under his eyes, and is staring blankly. He is holding a sign in front of him which reads:
The text is centred and printed in a simple, slightly rough, sans-serif font. The sign itself is a very pale yellow colour and appears to be at least a couple of centimetres thick in some places, but thinner in others.

The woman is in the extreme foreground, visible only from the neck up. What can be seen of her clothing is black. She, like the man, has a very large nose, but also has very large lips and large eyes. Whereas the man has no chin at all, his head and neck being utterly undifferentiated, the woman has a very pointy chin. Her eyebrows are thick and black. Her hair is brown and worn in a style vaguely reminiscent of Princess Leia in the first Star Wars film (which is to say, episode four).

To clarify, the woman's hair is parted in the middle, with large pompom-like buns on either side of her head, obscuring her ears. Its colour is neither particularly dark nor light. The buns are crosshatched and shaded on the bottom, giving the impression of an overhead light source. Nothing else in the scene indicates such lighting, however.

Both people in the scene are drawn without regard to perspective, appearing to be mostly in profile but with both eyes visible, suggesting that they may have four eyes each, two on either side of the nose, but this seems unlikely to be the artist's intent. The woman's hair is also confusing, as much more of her right bun (furthest from the viewer) is visible than should be the case, almost like it's not attached to her head at all but floating in the air behind her.

It is unclear what the artist hoped to convey through these drawings as the entirety of the joke (such as it is) is conveyed in the sign held by the man. The illustrations give us no further insight, nor is there any additional joke conveyed through the art. Furthermore, we are given no indication of who these people are, where they are, or why one of them should be communicating his dissatisfaction with life through the medium of a slightly humours sign. Their expressions, however, leave us in no doubt that the sentiment (a desire to escape from the realities of their existences) is genuine and held by both parties. Perhaps this isn't a joke at all. Perhaps this is a cry for help from JC Duffy. Hopefully he will get the support he needs.