Vincent Macropod in “S’morbid”
Reverend Matt
Sick at home! Oh, so sick. A natural consequence of the Year of Action. Ah well; soldiering on!
I’d like to take this here opportunity to wish a happy birthday to Smoonn, one of Vincent Macropod’s biggest supporters, and, coincidentally, an all-around fine human being. Happy birthday, youse! May it feature only the beverages of your choosing! I’d dedicate the cartoon to you, but it’s about death, and also tedium, and hopefully this is not one of those birthdays.
More on death and tedium below!
- I wrote this cartoon after I was told I had to get tested for Diabetes. Didn’t have it, thank heaven, but it took me a week to find that out, during which I felt the grim specter of Death following me around and mucking up things. Which was an overreaction on my part, of course, since Diabetes usually doesn’t kill you, at least not outright. But then, a significant part of the Vincent Macropod ouevre is about me overreacting to things…
February 7th, 2007 at 2:54 pm
This is really, morbidly funny. I love the one with the bagpipe the best. That and “the dropsy.”
February 7th, 2007 at 4:22 pm
“That, or you die. … Of dropsy.”
I’m laughing too hard to be coherent.
February 7th, 2007 at 9:18 pm
Gee, birthday greetings are everywhere today! Thanks!
I laughed out loud at the cartoon. It’s a coincidence it’s showing up on my “big” day, but it is strangely appropriate. I’m feeling my age, and fear the dropsy is just around the corner. Not Death, though. He’ll get a face-slap if he tries to join me in the shower.
February 8th, 2007 at 9:00 pm
This may be my favorite, and I think that is saying something.
February 9th, 2007 at 10:04 am
Gosh, thanks, you guys. I’m especially gratified by the reaction to “the dropsy.” A coupla years ago, I was co-writing a sketch comedy show, and I needed a funny disease, and I used “dropsy,” but the guy I was co-writing it with changed it to “distemper.” And I was pissed! Dropsy was way funnier! But then, this other guy, he was the ‘head writer,’ and at the same time the two of us were sort of competitive; throughout our (now long-deceased) collaboration, he would change my material, for reasons that I frequently suspected were just petty changing-it-because-he-could. The obvious moral: Never collaborate under these conditions.
February 9th, 2007 at 12:20 pm
Dropsy is way funnier. Your ex-head-writer had manure for his brains.