It could've been worse, getting yellower and all.

Dr. Fun did this better and a long time ago.

Sorry, I dunno who Dr Fun is, but I enjoy Ruben's stuff.

However, surely it should be the earth in God Man's beaker, not a brain?

Hi DS, congrats on your stunning comics lore knowledge.

If only your sci-fi cliche knowledge ran as deep. Brains in jars have been around for a very long time. So that's the first problem with your accusation.

The second problem is that a glance at the relevant Dr. Fun strips reveals that the cliche is being used in entirely different ways to touch on unrelated themes.

Ripoff? no. Better? Apples meet oranges.

Even the Matrix could be called a brain in a jar story.

I'm reminded of Donovan's Brain - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donovan%27s_Brain - I haven't heard the radio version of that in some time!

"I... am... SARGON!!"

Actually, Sargon was a brain in a globe. In fact, I once had a lamp (a white glass sphere with no base) that we nicknamed Sargon.

The Salon letters would be about a Serbo-Croatian movie about lesbian circus midgets that won some award in 1979.

my brain feels like it's floating in a beaker this morning - or maybe a coffeepot...

do your letters play, Dave? The part where the lesbians learn that even they can get STD's?

It would be of Dick Cheney heroically gunning down non-rich, non-evangelical-Christian, non-suburbanite, non-missionary sex only darkies, and taking their oil to power his Hummer H2 - with, naturally, a "God Bless the USA...and F#ckin' Kill Everyone Else!" on his bumper.

And by the way, why does a Repub neocon troll have to change his name every week, Electro-Electro Robot-Satan??

Shouldn't you be listening to your God-man Dubya Bush and "stay the course"? =)

You dirty pot smoking hippy slacker fuck. As long as we're mindlessly casting about insults based on literally less than nothing. So get back to masturbating and later, go out to Sonic for a burger with your buds, dood. Make sure to get your wigger on. I have a box of Che T-Shirts around here somewhere, do you want them? Because I'm sure they could get you laid.

I'd keep sparring with ya, Robot Satan, but this "dirty hippie slacker fuck" has some experiments in his lab - at his full-time research scientist position - to get back to.

Keep having fun with those liberals-are-hippies stereotypes, though...in between fantasizing about a 3-way with Karl Rove and Mann Coulter.

Oh, and by the way - being a Neocon is soooo 2003. Whoever wins in November, the days of your crack-addled, religious-right felchin' Pwesident Dubya's reign are at an end, my kkkonservative friend.

If I were you, I'd take a break from trolling Salon and start looking for a coping mechanism...and quick! Therapy? Crystal meth? Immigration to Russia - the last bastion of greedy robber baron neocons? (Oh, the irony!)

Good luck with all of that.

The Bomarr monks in Return of the Jedi do the brain in a jar thing too (with spider legs for locomotion to boot). So yeah, Dr. Fun hardly invented it, smart guy.

Whose beaker is God-Man's brain in?

It reminds me of the old story...

"It's turtles all the way down."

Remember when the underground Amazons stole Spock's brain? They couldn't understand why Kirk kept going on about it!

I believe Roald Dahl wrote a brain in a jar story, maybe one of the earliest manifestations of this theme?

omnIpotent?

The DFHs had a good time rebelling against social norms. They got laid. They took drugs. They did everything you aren't supposed to do and they then went on to make the rightwingers of their era, who did none of the above, redundant.

And the rightwing Republican just cannot forgive that. These lazy, unpatriotic villains of their era, were ultimately successful and useful while the rightwing ultimately proved to be nothing but a haven for failures and conmen.