Author: ComicBookHarriet

Collecting My Thoughts

We have travelled back in time and entered the Age of the Skunk. Hideous visions await us.

Many ‘thanks’ to Beckoning Chasm for this DSH John art. I needed a new sleep paralysis demon.
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Back to the Future

Many apologies for the lateness of this post. I meant for it to go up hours ago, but then I spent half of yesterday with my head stuck inside the charred black interior of a Lang Platinum Electric Convection Oven, and the industrial strength degreaser fumes ended up getting to me.

Hello Darkness, my old friend.

Now, before you get concerned, I did this in the interest of job security. They can’t fire you from the gas station if you’re the only one who knows how to clean the oven. But if anything would make one contemplate sticking their head in an oven recreationally, it would be the hideous abomination we’re about to be faced with.

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Rock Bottom Remainders

And the winner of the Crankshaft punchline contest is….

Duck of Death with “God damn that bitch! I ordered stones!”

Ducky! Please come up to accept your prize! I know it’s half-assed and terrible looking. But so is Crankshaft these days.

(I was going for Yamcha and ended up with crouching Gollum, but you work with what you got.)
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Is This The Line For Punch?

I had a different goal on these parodies. Instead of recontextualizing the entire strip I just changed one word bubble to write a new punchline.

Can you come up with more interesting and funny punchlines to these setups? The winner will get awful photoshop art in their honor!

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Your Mileage May Vary

I had to make a decision on my last DCH John Howard post. Because there were two rabbit holes presented, and I knew I could only tumble down one that day. So we fell down the Skip Townes hole and got to read some ancient Funky Winkerbean strips that were actually funny.

Today, instead of continuing the story of Mooch Myers Swindles an Old Lady, I’d like to take the second option, and tumble down another hole. The one presented to me by this strip.

Moochy boy compares Lillian McKenzie’s boxes of a couple thousand yellowed Timely issues flopping around in her hot Ohio attic to The Edward Church Collection.

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