In some ways it’s a shame that David Wiley Miller acquired the rights to call his cartoon strip Non Sequitur beating Chris Muir to the punch. By any other name Muir’s cartooning and inane dialogue would still suck the same but, at the very least, a warning of "Non Sequitur ahead" would explain what was to follow. Whacking Material would have also been a suitable choice.
Having recently joined the Big Hollywood Clown Car of Duh Muir shows he’s no No Trick Pony by painting with words:
I must confess to enjoying this election cycle; wherein Democrats (a party whose platform is unabashedly liberal) have jettisoned the bothersome linearity of doing what one says in favor of saying what one does to a degree that makes the stiff segues to falsehoods by politicians past seem positively glacial. This distinction between theory and application seems, these days, to be minimal and without risk. Perhaps it saves them energy, not actually doing what they say. Very Green of them, very Kyoto-ish.
And yet, their promises hang on awkwardly out there in the Internet, in Google Caches of Shame, forever contradicting their (lack of) action. You would expect some embarrassment on their part; you would be wrong. Blagojevich and his hair is out there jogging with a smile (have you ever seen a jogger smiling?) and when confronted with a media question that actually isn’t rhetorical, Hillary goes into her I-see-into-the-back-of-your-skull® look. And Reid, poor fellow, twists the English language into merely horrific shapes to explain himself.
Compared to Muir, Harry Reid is a novice when it comes to twisting the English language (or the human body) into something unrecognizable.





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His drawings surely suck, but his writing is like Chinese water torture. What the hell is that semi-colon doing in his first sentence? It’s like a homeless person prancing around naked at a ballroom gala… try this, Muir. Next, we’ll find you some help on how to draw boobs. Believe me, you need all the help you can get on that one, too.
Strunk and White in their graves are; spinning. We can say this; his writing is as good as his comic strip.
Mein Gott!
The signs have been there in Muir’s portrayal of the human body in various “Rolfing via de Sade” poses, but this makes it clear: Muir’s synapses are arrayed in a dizzying array of endless, twisting Escheresque corridors, where ideas are doomed to loop back and around, forever crossing and recrossing their paths in time and space, to the point where they can never be expressed in anything comprehensible by mere mortals.
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I never want to read anything by Muir again. Once is enough.
He certainly betrays a rather adolescent understanding of relationships, or is just general disdain for all women that I sense? Never getting any can do that to a guy.
I think there needs to be an homage to “Garfield without Garfield,” “Day by day without scoliosis” aka “Day by day without fapping”
It’s impossible that anyone could actual write this poorly, so I refuse to believe this is an actual column. I think the man is brilliant, and anticipating the Bulwer-Lytton non-fiction contest. So go ahead and criticize, but I think it must be very strange to be Chris Muir. A man of extraordinary vision and brilliance approaching to genius, he can’t get anyone to notice. He is like a great painter or musician who is ahead of his time, and who unveils one masterpiece after another to a reception that, when not bored, is hostile.
Except that Muir is a lousy hack artist, who unveils a absurd turdlet daily to a reception that is somewhere between hostile and bemused.
“Day by Day with clothes”?
At what point will Muir just feature all of his characters naked and fucking on a shag rug whilst engaging in meaningless illogical dialogue. It seems to be what he’s aiming for.
well, I gotta say this about his writing – it explains why they la-la-LOVED St. Sarah of the Tundra – they spoke the same language.
Move over Ziggy. Or maybe, drop the dress and flex the muscles.
aimai
Are the babies buried in the sand while they breast feed? That’s just cruel.
I think the joke is supposed to be that women talk more than men, but the woman in this couple doesn’t talk much, which puts her in the man category, hence the leering look followed by “I love you, man.” Or, in other words, he’s aroused by the idea of loving another man.
Little known fact: the full name of the strip is “Day by Day Without Garfield“.
On the other hand, David Wiley Miller is a wonderful, thoughtful, very funny man. That’s why many of his cartoons are on display at the SF Comics Museum.
There’s a bit of accidental truth in a woman refusing to look at, or talk to, the author’s self-insertion* character.
*Heh, indeed.
non-artist nonsense.
It also sounds suspiciously like Kantian nihilism.
Great. My irony detector just blew up.
So, is he saying that he’s a woman?