Don't do anything that affects anything

The internet is abuzz today with chatter about the return of everyone's favorite fantasy series that - because just enjoying something for what it is isn't enough these days - doubles as a keenly-observed allegory of the struggles of - and ultimate irrelevance of - the poor in the face of rich white people's monopoly of the mechanisms of social order, complete with the expected outrageous and leftfield turns of fortune for plots and characters alike that drop like bombshells into stories and leave you unsteady.
I speak of course of Lifetime's Drop Dead Diva, a show about rich white people who love money.  Rich, white Christian people who love money (the series mythos is rooted in Western Christian theology), whose central protagonist's karmic donkey-punch comes when she is prevented from being skinny and blonde and has to work for a living - a nightmare scenario, I'm sure we can all agree.

Also some gay shit about dragons and elves is back on TV, but I'll only watch that when I run out of shows that matter.

Free men pull in all kinds of directions

I want to believe that I'm still a human being

We take what the bear doesn't want

Yes, that's right, 2014, supervillains didn't always get exploded at the end of stories in firey deaths borne of their own hubris, once upon a time they just went to jail.  In my day we had to make do with Superman movies where he didn't kill people, I tell you, it was like the dark ages or something.
Anyway, that's enough from me for this week, threadbare though my written contributions to the blogosphere were, hopefully we'll meet on the other side of the weekend.

There's a really creepy guy who works in my liquor store but that doesn't stop me going in there four times a week

Flipped that first panel at the drawing stage for some reason that escapes me, creating a counter-intuitive flow between the direction of the visuals and the direction in which the English language reads, but there's probably manga nerds looking at it thinking "this single panel is the only one that's been done right" shortly before going back to fapping themselves stupid over how the publishers of Naruto have really retained the artistic and cultural integrity of a story about a kid in a boiler suit kicking people in the face for 4000 pages.

I HATE MANGA NERDS but paradoxically I still love manga deeply as the pages of Manga Mania were a formative artistic influence.  Along those lines, Chris Sims has a great anecdote about weeaboo nerds that's worth a read.

Priests don't do what he did - they know that God's watching

Very thin panels today, thanks to big fat panels yesterday.

 In my efforts to not be a jerk and keep things "all ages" and inoffensive, I dropped the final balloon from that last panel Just In Case, but if you were wondering, it was the lady tutting and saying "don't be racist," which was the worst thing in there so I'm probably doing okay.

You'll end up spending every dollar you make on jewelry and skin-tight leather pants

I was going to make this post about how I got a paying job, but I thought better of it when I realised April Fool jokes only work when they have at least the vaguest air of plausibility.  Instead I'll do a review of Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

It's alright.