Mallard is having difficulty figuring out why his life--primarily spent plopped in front of the TV in spite of the fact that he seems to hate everything he watches--is "missing something."
Sheesh.
Amazing how the camera on top of his head picks up a viewpoint from far off and behind his right shoulder. Must be one of those Star Trek whatchamacorders. (Does it do its own internal multi-angle editing?)
I don't want to openly speculate what Mallard's doing in panel two but it's probably in a place you shouldn't bring a camera.
A helmet-cam is like 180° from what this strip's all about. Mallard would need a cam on a stand a foot behind the TV to bring the real Mallard Fillmore splayed-out-zombie-crotch-on-a-beanbag experience. Might as well shoot five minutes and make it a loop for constant playback and call it a day.
Oh, come on, people! It's a Sunday strip with more than one panel, no right wing shrieking points, pictures of things that aren't a crotch, and an unexpected, actual punchline! This is Reuben Award material for the usual level of this strip!
No, I am not being sarcastic. For Mallard, this is really good. Okay, the bar's set pretty low, but still.
I'll speculate that Brucie passed out while watching some extreme sports show where the motocross riders were wearing helmet-cams, misremembered it as a late-night infomercial ("Now you can own the newest, hottest, most EX-TREEEEME personal accessory ever: The Super Fun Time Helmet-Cam!! Only $19.99!!"), and then came up with the "idea" for this strip -- which he apparently thought was so brilliant that it deserved more than one panel.
(It's quite sad, really: Having completely botched the execution of the concept "less is more" with his single-panel dailies and Sundays -- turning it into "less is less" -- he's attempted a multiple-panel Sunday for the first time in who-knows-when, and managed only to hammer home the reality that quantity does not, in fact, equal quality. The poor slob just can't win.)
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Mallard is having difficulty figuring out why his life--primarily spent plopped in front of the TV in spite of the fact that he seems to hate everything he watches--is "missing something."
Sheesh.
Amazing how the camera on top of his head picks up a viewpoint from far off and behind his right shoulder. Must be one of those Star Trek whatchamacorders. (Does it do its own internal multi-angle editing?)
I don't want to openly speculate what Mallard's doing in panel two but it's probably in a place you shouldn't bring a camera.
Also panel 5, which I'm guessing is "pass out while eating ramen" time.
A helmet-cam is like 180° from what this strip's all about. Mallard would need a cam on a stand a foot behind the TV to bring the real Mallard Fillmore splayed-out-zombie-crotch-on-a-beanbag experience. Might as well shoot five minutes and make it a loop for constant playback and call it a day.
Today's Message: "Mallard Fillmore's life bores even himself!"
What a sad, joyless life it is to be a rightwing hack.
Oh, come on, people! It's a Sunday strip with more than one panel, no right wing shrieking points, pictures of things that aren't a crotch, and an unexpected, actual punchline! This is Reuben Award material for the usual level of this strip!
No, I am not being sarcastic. For Mallard, this is really good. Okay, the bar's set pretty low, but still.
I have no fucking idea what the point of this Mallard Fillmore "comic" is today. Is that the point? My head hurts. I'm going to go lie down now.
Who has a helmet-cam? Who ever mentioned helmet-cams in any context besides mining?
where did this come from?
I got mixed up and thought helmet-cams were like the flashlights miners wear.
Somehow that still makes more sense. "Hands free light!"
Someone got paid for this mess.
I'll speculate that Brucie passed out while watching some extreme sports show where the motocross riders were wearing helmet-cams, misremembered it as a late-night infomercial ("Now you can own the newest, hottest, most EX-TREEEEME personal accessory ever: The Super Fun Time Helmet-Cam!! Only $19.99!!"), and then came up with the "idea" for this strip -- which he apparently thought was so brilliant that it deserved more than one panel.
(It's quite sad, really: Having completely botched the execution of the concept "less is more" with his single-panel dailies and Sundays -- turning it into "less is less" -- he's attempted a multiple-panel Sunday for the first time in who-knows-when, and managed only to hammer home the reality that quantity does not, in fact, equal quality. The poor slob just can't win.)
I think I figured out today's "comic". Anyone ever see POV porn?
FULL BODY SHIVER
BIRTH OF A PUNCHLI--WELL, A STRIP IDEA
"Dammit, officer, keep tellin' you all! I drive better when I've had a few to loosen me...hey, what the hell's THAT?"
"Personal video camera, Mr. Tinsley. For our protection as well as everyone else's."
"Daaaamn, big gubbermint alwuz spyin' on meeeee. (urp) Did you know I'm on the White House enemies list? I'm probably number...number...on top!"
"Of course you are, Mr. Tinsley. Watch your head."
"Mugg'rfugg'r... HELP! HELP! THE JEWS ARE TRYIN' TO PUT A CAMERA UP MY AAAAAASS!!"
(upon sobering)
"...Something about a camera, I remember that much. Mebbe a li'l drinky-poo will help me recall?"
I think I used to draw comics like this, when I was about 8 years old and hadn't fully grasped the structure of a joke yet.
Bruce Tinsley is 53, and 5+3=8. The numerology works out!
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