Ok, I didn’t do this one, because my snark seems to be on vacation. But it still cracks me up, so enjoy.
I actually took some screenshots a few days ago, but “teh funny” just wasn’t there. For my really twisted stuff to come out, I have to be in a weird mood – kind of angry, kind of depressed, on the cusp of a really, really bad mood. And then the creativity starts flowing and the humor gets twisted. But it’s a knife edge; just a bit too far the other side and the creativity may flow, but the desire to use it stops.
I can see where some famous comedians have suicided or had addiction problems — like me, their humor is linked to their dark sides and negative emotions, and for them, it’s their living — they are forced to dance on the edge of the knife blade. Too happy, no humor. Too depressed, no production. It’s undoubtedly difficult to balance the pressures.
Perhaps someday I’ll discover a way to unlink my creativity and the darkness, but that day is not today.
People are fined when they are killed, eh?
This reminds me of this panel from some contemporary Western superhero comic that went “I’LL KILL YOU! KILL YOU TILL YOU’RE DEAD!” or something to that effect.
Have him killed, then SEND HIM TO DETROIT!