Let’s start with the assumption that anyone, anywhere even gives a shit about “the nightmares of comic strip artists and writers everywhere.” And Pete: aren’t you a comic book writer? At least in his goofy dreams, the Pro-Crasturbator has found a woman who doesn’t despise him: in fact, she lunges horizontally at Pete and appears to flutter from his neck like a scarf. So pleased with this attention is Pete that the trademark bags under his eye momentarily disappear.
Tag: comics
Bursting with Inanity
Pete’s concept of gravity and space appears to be on a par with Wonder Woman’s understanding of how rockets work. Objects in space don’t need bubbles or anything else to keep them “afloat”. But Batiuk’s on a roll here, so let’s let him have his fun, I guess.
Park and Rocket
Erich
March 15, 2013 at 10:56 am
So, Batiuk is paying homage to Alex Raymond…by treating Raymond’s characters like idiots. Sounds about right.
Today’s strip would have actually worked very nicely had it ended at “I’m amazed you found a parking spot in New York City.” But TB’s committed to portraying Flash and Dale as a 23rd century version of “The Lockhorns”.
Rusty
March 14, 2013 at 12:06 am
…Does Flash look like Darin because [Batiuk] can only draw a few different faces…?
That’s very possible. In panel 3, Flash looks a lot like Dan from the Kilimanjaro trip…
Dale Ar-dumb
And so, 400 miles from the few friends he has, and unable to find companionship in the big city, Pete succumbs to his curiously outdated, retro fantasy. Flash and Dale have come to enlist the Pro-Crasturbator’s help against the Lord of the Late. Since LotL is known as the nemesis of comics writers on deadline, it’s unclear why Flash Gordon would have a beef with him.
Flash Boredom
John
March 13, 2013 at 5:57 pmPete: “Well, I’d better go before the combined totality of my neurotic loathing of my own chosen vocation chooses to manifest itself as a sentient, malevolent recurring hallucination!”
Too late, Pete! You know, it’s a fine line between a hyperactive imagination and chronic hallucinatory psychosis, and it looks like being called upon to actually earn his paycheck has sent Pete around the bend yet again. Hey Pete, maybe women instantly dislike you because you can’t get their names right? Don’t feel bad, though: I thought she was supposed to be Elaine from Seinfeld.
Son of Stuck Funky 
