Kelly, from Southern Fried Children, once wrote "Oh, right, I totally got it. Totally. Maybe next time you could put a j/k at the end or something?"
It is so important to me, Kelly, and all of you who thought I was being in anyway serious yesterday, that you know how very rarely I am ever, ever, serious.
Introducing my Turtleneck of Seriousness.
In the rare event that I do anything serious on this blog, I will preface it with the above image.
This will be shorthand for my readers, so they, and you, Kelly, will know to put away your chuckles and haul out your introspective frowning.
But I think I know what went wrong.
My words are always serious in tone, deadly serious, really, but my pictures clue the reader in to the absolute absurdity of what is really going on.
Let me demonstrate with oh god yes, another poem.
In skies above, did bird make fly.
Born of the egg, he and I.
Free of the earth, he grew to be.
Pausing only, to make poopy on me.
That poem would have destroyed you emotionally if I hadn't softened it with hilarious pictures.
I especially like the cat angrily waving his paw.
I had to look at my own hand waving angrily to figure out how to draw that.
That's how seriously I take this stuff.