SO much more satisfying than kansas o'whachacallit . . . how soon we forget!

I usually enjoy WayLay's macabre humor but haven't found the Thing series much fun.

I love it, can't wait for next week.

= too good to be true!

Why not? Only if the decent, good progragonists are turned into bloody sushi, and civilization is doomed at the end, will you mundane readers accept that a comic book is "serious art." See Alan Moore's Watchmen and From Hell.

This is how you do weird plots.

Oh yes, you mean that thing where your author has a clear idea of the outline (at least) of the entire thing before she begins?

Where she doesn't spend weeks careening madly, randomly from one hipster or meta reference to another?

Actually, to even mention... THAT... strip in comparison with the sublime work of Ms. Lay is to do the latter a grave injustice.

it is not just the recognizable settings, the lush black ink and the surprise of the seemingly less contrivance-driven cartoon artist,

it is the generosity of WayLay's humor and the compliments she pays to us readers that engages and innoculates against inevitable online critique and mugtrolling in this feature.

So much of the cartoon world is smelly, at best, sour.

WayLay is sweet and tough and origional.

So what! that characters such as you and I shall never be represented in those darling frames- our prose and drivel show up in color and on Sunday pullout spreads.

WayLay (nearly) improves on that old fashioned, "Yellow Kid"/ "Pogo" /"Li'l Iodine" tradition with the post 80's (pricey) 'zinebook Comic by retaining the funny and keeping us close to the work. A real trick with a net full of readers accostomed to ironist and t.v. sitcom (a.d.h.d.) impulse.

So long as she keeps herself out of the story (see Burning Man and Book Tour mistakes)WayLay keeps us smelling those addictive scents and waiting through another newsweek/workweek for the payoff.

I hope this current series goes for a while.

Now, ya'll go and read "TOM" on the provided link.

The part about the house maid standing on the commode. The commode broke and she scrubbed the floor with a dirty mop.

The part about the newly wed Carol.

The story reminded me of my friend.

On her new 'wed' day, CL shared joy?

Visiting the graves of former mates.

Under the couch? Sparking candies.

Natural soothing Horehound drops?

Brewed and steeped for sore toes.

Steep toes in a boiling black kettle.

Horehound candies heal throats.