Link to today’s bilge.
It’s been said far too many times before. Here are two clods given a once in a lifetime opportunity for a dream job, and all they can do is moan and bitch, bitch and moan. The appropriate reaction from Mr. Toothpaste-Tube would be to say, “Okay, guys, we’ve had enough–if you can’t cooperate with us and produce something, if all you can do is smirk and make moronic remarks, we really don’t need you. So get your stuff and get out. And remember, you signed NDAs so don’t even think about posting anything online. Prison hasn’t gotten any nicer, and don’t believe anyone who says a spell inside will build character.” I’m sure that if Mason Jarr the Actor objected, he’d be told, “Okay, so you don’t want to be part of this franchise and want to go back to made-for-TV weepers. That can be arranged.” I’m sure Mason Jarr the Actor would suddenly remember what “professionalism” means.
You’d expect Pete and Darin to be interested in a title like that. It’s no worse than a Marvel or Lucasfilm title. It’s actually imaginative. And, when your main claims to fame are The Amazing Mister Sponge and illustrating a Les Moore comic book, respectively, I don’t think you have the right to criticize the works of others. Not by a long shot.
Seriously, these characters are infuriating. Fortunately, Mr. Toothpaste-Tube is doing his voodoo mouth-twich in the last panel, and we can see both Darin and Pete withering to dust right before our eyes.
When a cartoonist is clearly tired of producing work, and would far rather day-dream about an imaginary comic-book company, it’s time for that cartoonist to seriously consider retiring. Instead, what he does is create two characters–an “artist” and a “writer” so both jobs are represented–and give them the same disdain for work and longing for nostalgia. I guess in the case of the characters, Bantom Comics is (or was) a real-life publisher, so at least they’re waxing nostalgic about things that actually happened. Not that I think that’s any better; wasted effort is still wasted effort, no matter the inspiration.
The only thing of interest here is Mr. Toothpaste-Tube. Really, that guy is just weirding me out. He looks like Butt-head’s dad.
“Huh-huh, huh huh huh. Producers are dumb.”
“Yeah, yeah. Heh heh heh heh heh heh. It’s like, they demand things of true artists.”
“Uh…what? Huh-huh, huh huh huh.”
“Ahhh…I dunno, Butt-head, you tell me. Heh heh heh heh heh heh.”