And it’s Friday. Hurray beer!
You know what’s great about making characters up instead of basing them on actual people? You can be mean as fuck to them. And it’s going to get worse for Osmond before it gets better.
Actually, that’s a little misleading. It’s been as good for Osmond as it’s ever going to be. From here on, it’s a shit party for poor Osmond, my little nerd culture voodoo doll, upon whom I heap all the sins of our little subculture before crucifing him with big goddamn spikes.
You see, I’m not a big fan of second act complications. It’s like, hey, we’re having a good time in this movie, everyone’s in love, or being successful or killing terrorists or whatever, and then BAM. Every time, without fail, something terrible happens. Suddenly, the girl thinks her new boyfriend’s cheating on her and everyone’s sad. Or the terrorists kill the hero’s family and everyone’s sad. Or Benji gets eaten by backwoods hillbillies and everyone’s sad. It’s always something.
So, yeah, we don’t do that here. Everything’s okay when we start, and it gets better from there. It’s a comic strip, for God’s sake. It ain’t Shakespeare. You don’t see Garfield poisoning Jon Arbuckle and then sleeping with his mom. Which is a shame, really. I’d actually READ that.
Luke
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