I thought of the idea for this strip while standing in the crowd at a Magnetic Fields concert. In case you’re not familiar with them, the Magnetic Fields are a delightful, Byronic-esque band whose songs focus on relationships, break-ups, back-stabbing, betrayal, and appeal to people who wear black pajamas in an non-ironic way. They’re most famous for their 4-CD collection “69 Love Songs,” which I’ve had a wonderful relationship with since September 13, 2002.
All I can say about this strip is that it came from a creative place of fearlessness. I was standing in the crowd rubbing elbows with all these groovy people, and thought “What kind of ‘Watson’ strip would someone who likes The Magnetic Fields write?” The idea for this strip probably emanated from a much more clear-headed way of thinking than I’m used to; it was purely emotional. I’ll try to come back to this sort of thing in the future.
This strip was, of course, inspired by the annual madness of Thanksgiving and the multiple days of shopping (Black Friday, Small Business Saturday, Cyber-Monday, Tentacle Tuesday, Wobbly Wednesday, Thirsty Thursday, Fuzzy Friday) that follow it.
Nothing terribly obscure in this one, minus the obvious data that whenever Americans christen a new holiday (We haven’t had a good one since Divorced-Pet Day), they can never do so without negotiating in vast quantities of food and frivolous spending for everyone involved.
One might argue that advertisers are really the ones in control, but one could also argue that…Who smells chocolate?
Is that chocolate?
What time is it?
I need some Ranch dip. …Ranch dip smothered on ice cream.
