my ooky spooky lair

guy who needs to send an email so he completely isolates himself from the world misses out on every opportunity curls up in a ball and dies. and like 2 months later sends said email finally

I really like when I'm reading a world-ender type of event and I get to see the mandatory Spectre cameo where someone asks him to help and he says no

all my haters become cicaders when i enter the summer of success

it’s amazing how women are able to navigate crowded rooms without ever touching a palm to a man’s lower back

you'd think occasionally men would need to touch other men like this to manoeuvre them out of the way but it never happens

The good thing about the talky comics from the 80s is that you literally get more comic per comic. They could tell a story in a single issue that it would take a four-issue mini of beautifully rendered splash pages today