The 17/24 is to clean up the numeration mess I made with all those half episodes, and such.
Long boring story as to why I had half episodes, well..boils down to I had the arc rigidly planned, and didn't want to shuffle anything, so if I thought of a bonus episode, I decimalized 'em.
Well, screw it, I'm busting out of that mess, so this one is really 24, and the next will be 25.
Here's the last of the text minisodes redone as cartoons.
Well, a minisode, and a micro-sode.
I always dug the writing in 5.5, it's a kick to have it in a strip.
I didn't go for showing the horror, cuz, well, the point of even having it text the first time around is letting you imagine it, so I cheated it with reaction shots, and such, but I think it works.
Okay, had to jump back for a bit, this has been bugging me.
I've decided to abandon jumping back and forth from text episodes to cartoons, and am going all cartoon.
But, I also wanted to go back, and fix the old ones.
So, to start that whole thing off, here's text-episode #0 in cartoon form.
Also, I'm inserting the new logo, and the retro titles.
Let's take it back to prisons.
Doesn't it make more sense, if the prisoners worked together?
For whatever, escape, revolt, whatever.
Not slit each other's throats.
Oh, but that's what happens.
And that's what goes on on "the outside", too.
Makes even less sense "on the outside".
It's as if the plan for some is to kill all the other prisoners, and the warden, and to become king of the jail, and then...it doesn't seem to be thought out much after that.
How the hell can you be king of a ghost town?
Does the instant of victory freeze in time, like the falling into of an event horizon?
By what, magic?
How does that work?
For one, it can't be done, for another, if it were pulled off it'd shoot you in the foot, and third, while the plan fails, and fails, and fails, you just make everyone around you miserable.
And that's it.
All these petty little power mongers, with their delusion of "control", and they just get old, and/or sick, and die anyway.
And all of it for what? The meeting if their petty base desires?
They could've done that anyway.
People in fucking ghettos manage it.
Nope, it was for a special feeling in their heads.
Well, wasn't that so fucking important?
Or, how about the people that want the misery and violence of the third world inside the habitrail?
That shit don't make any sense whatever.
Okay, we wall off from the misery outside, we herd the gerbils...and then we blow some up.
Y'know, for "ideals".
Or, maybe they want the gerbils to wake up, and break free.
Okay, noble enough.
Until you blow up some kids.
Then you're fucked, and fuck you.
And gang wars...well, that's just nakedly prisoners slitting throats again.
Slavery, and the Civil War are just absolutely fucking stupid from the habitrail perspective.
Slavery kind of makes sense...but only universal slavery like Rome, the race based shit is just pure fucking nonsense.
And the Civil War, beyond fucking ridiculous.
Oh, okay, so you want a smaller habitrail within the big habitrail to be able to smack your darker brown gerbils around that you claim to own with your imaginary money.
In the name of "freedom".
Yeah, see, all forms of predation don't work in a habitrail world.
Not only does it disintegrate "society", it self destructs the predator.
You end up with a "daybreakers", situation.
Now, what would make sense, again, is if these people picking away at the system were really trying to undermine the whole idea of the habitrail, and crack open the tunnels, and actually bring about, y'know, freedom.
A harsh freedom, like the caves in the Matrix, but still.
I mean, they sure like to vomit the word "liberty", out like a geyser.
Shouldn't that be the plan?
But...you don't see that.
They're not going about things in the way they'd really have to to accomplish such a goal.
In any detail.
Not just slight imperfections, totally off course.
That's why I can't get behind the tea party horseshit.
They just want some other stupid irrational bullshit.
And the militias, they're just more fucking predators.
Nope, if you're gonna have a habitrail, you can't have cats.
Simple as that.
And if we're gonna be a cat & mouse world, then take down the tubes, and let the gerbils out into the field for it to be sporting.
Course, then it'll be the third world, and we'll lose our fucking illusion of being "better", y'know, this "American exceptionalism", shit.
But you can't have it both ways.
Trying to has created absolute fucking ridiculous nonsense, and annoying irritation.
Let me know when you people make up your fucking minds.
Then a real fucking discourse can be had, instead of the dopey schizophrenic blubberings we have now.
If the people who preached the "liberty", shit really meant it.
If the people who preached the "team", shit really meant it.
If the people who spouted the "family", shit really meant it.
If the people spouting "values", actually fucking had some.
If the people spouting "concern", actually fucking had some.
If the people spouting "tradition", were referring to the ones worth a damn.
What an awesome fucking world that'd be.
We really would be shining.
Why can't we?
What's holding us up?
Is it important?
is it really?
People love to beat you over the head with this phrase, don't they?
Well, I'm pleased to report after much meditation, that there is none.
So lift your head.
I mean, given the existence of bullshit like religion, never mind the bullshit barely gluing the economy together, and the everyday bullshit people use to cope with the day to day, despite the spiel we get about honesty growing up, plus partisan politics, and the "philosophies", those idiot head-butting factions rest on, and....whaddya got?
Well, the third world is pretty damned real.
Hmm, add up all the prisons, you'd have a decent sized country.
What would you call that, the fourth world?
Yeah, no one wants to live in the third and fourth worlds.
Not even snarky wiseasses like me.
Betcha inmates miss Podsville.
But...people who utter "something, something, out in the real world, bucko", probably don't mean prison.
They mean that "dog eat dog", shit in Podsville.
Y'know, the stuff people have to bullshit themselves and each other about to cope with.
So, it's really a euphemism for "outside your door, people are lying, thieving, backstabbing, greedy pricks".
Well, no shit.
Too much of the thieving greedy stuff, and then THEY'LL be the ones to be acquainted with the REAL real world.
The fourth world.
Wonder if there's Forbes style coping strategies for prison.
"Tell yourself your rapist had a really bad day, it doesn't matter if it's true or not....".
Eh, I bet not.
So, okay, Podsville is really sort of a mix between a mega-minimum security prison, and Dave & Busters.
Sort of a human habitrail.
I'm just annoyed that you're not told the score, and that there has to be all the brainwashing shit. The herding.
But, only weirdos seem to be annoyed.
A lot of people seem to think it's all peachy keen.
Or, maybe not.
Maybe weirdos aren't as uncommon as I thought....
Scan the larger blogosphere, and there's a lot of misanthropic misfits out there.
So...whence then this "real world"?
I keep looking for it, can't find it.
For something as pervasive as a WORLD, you'd think it wouldn't be small enough to lose.
Yeah, I'm done looking.
If it turns up behind your couch, lemme know.
Otherwise, I'm gonna go ahead, and assume "blah, blah, blah, real world", is a fear based "motivation", to stay out of prison, and not be homeless, oh, I mean, "to contribute to society".
Yhep, 'nother euphemism for the pile.
Well, there's a coping strategy for ya.
Next time someone throws "the real world", at ya, take them at their word, and assume they mean a Turkish prison.
"Here in the Turkish prison, we have something called 'responsibilities'!!".