Oh good, I found a new Harmony. Say hello to Tara, Crusader Rabbit Crusading Attorney, everyone.
No, see, Tara is her real na-- never mind. She's new to this blog thang, and it's so nice to see the enthusiasm and joie de vivre which will soon tranform into bitterness and apathy. Or bitterness and self-obsessed navel gazing. Or bitterness and. . . any of a number of things, but the key component here, is the bitter.
Also, congratulations to Tristan for being named Official Pin Up and Spokesmodel for Sin City. Just smile and nod, kids. This is a Good Thing, as is being Cinnamyn's Model of the Month. I mean, just because I intend to exact Terrible Vengeance on the girl is no reason not to support her and her work.
Wait, no, actually it is. Strike the previous.
Kris Dresen brings us new Max & Lily Goodness, which no one can argue with. No one worth listening to, anyway.
And Spike brings the Lucas & Odessa that we've all come to know and love, and if you love so much, why aren't you a Girlamatic subscriber, ya cheap bastard?
Had to give up on the warblog/right-winger tour. Glenn Reynolds still hasn't worked out that Negroes are, in fact, subjects to be spoken with, not merely objects to be spoken of. And Twisted Spinster, Amish Tech Support and Protein Wisdom, which I'm not even bothering to link because, really, they're not worth the effort, keep producing things that have the form of jokes, only without the being funny part. Kind'a like Day By Day; anyone got a link to one strip that actually made them laugh? Just one. I'm not asking much here, people.
Do think I've figured out their problem, though. You're dealing with people moving through and perceiving the world through a lens/bubble of het white (generally) male privilege, who think they're members of a marginalized culture. This is why they're so dismissive of those of us who actually are.
That, or they just ain't none too bright. But I'm not sure these are mutually exclusive explanations.
Update: You probably want to stop doing that now.
But I still get to be Tara Tara, right?
'Cause otherwise, buddy, the wedding is off.