The first panel of this strip has a joke so dumb it arrested my consciousness. I had to crank the key and turn it over several times to get it started again. Gabe bounced off Beast of Reincarnation at light speed, but it did inspire several minutes of reflection on the supernatural. Or, the natural I guess. It's about a concept that I was warned away from as a child, along with Yoga and Transcendental Meditation. I led a somewhat cloistered young existence, where the only drug on offer was Marital Coitus. But it… I mean, it takes a while to set that shit up.

Big Walk fucks. Even the reviews of the game are good! It occurs to me that this might be ambiguous phrasing. What I mean is that the reviews themselves are of a high quality. They can't wait to tell people about it! They had so much weird fun that they have been transformed into repeater stations - they're shedding spores. They've reached the fruiting phase! That's how good it is.

Morak and I are on the same page where the Supergirl movie is concerned, which is that it is pretty good and we can't wait to see the children of Krypton together again, but that as entertainment it genuinely can't get out of its own way. The clearest example of this was a last minute series of A/B tests where they previewed two different cuts of the film, and in the end the studio went with its cut over the director's own. If you make things, though - and maybe even if you don't - there's simply confusion in the piece and a schizoid edit that indicates nobody's vision is on display. Also, there's a lotta rocks.

Raccoons in my neighborhood, save one, are not spherical. They are big though, off that Seattle trash. They're fat as fuck off Brie rinds and jamón ibérico trimmings. Some of these bad boys can deliver near-cryptid thrills. When I was driving home one night, I saw one that didn't even read as a raccoon visually - my mind told me that it was most likely a toddler that had escaped from some kind of toddler… prison. That's what it gave me! Not helpful.

It's almost exactly what it says on the tin.  Now Sam Altman just said that they were close to inventing a genie that could grant any wish, and that… I mean, that's padded cell type shit. Frankly, it's an SEC intervention at the very minimum. You can't say shit like this - I would say "period," but you absolutely can't say shit like this on the run up to an IPO. But they can say whatever they want, take whatever they want, and do whatever they want. That's the demoralization operation, well underway. It has a shelf-life, though. They can only loan each other money for so long. Then, they'll socialize the losses through nationalization.  

The fan-favorite, canonically 5'3" mutant called Wolverine has been next in line for The Insomniac Treatment for a while, having been announced in September of '21, a year I will admit to not remembering entirely. As it approaches, we've been buffeted by new video clips of Wolverine's clothing being deliciously flensed just this side of mutant homoerotica, and a picture of his face that makes him look like an escapee from Roblox.