awesome, thanks

Those are great. Wherever do you find such things?

It was linked on metafilter.

Now it'll be "ant, ant, ant" for a couple of days, then all of a sudden, "Oh, mum, I've bought a sloth," or some other odd-toed ungulate like a tapir.

So good. So good!

Also, deer.

I was offended by how biologically inaccurate the one about servicing the queen was. Those are her sisters!

WHAT'S THE SECRET, CRAZY?

Oy, some days I shouldn't even try to click the links - the office's Web filter objects to both, though it has drawn a line somewhere that makes neb's link Pornography and rfts' Adult/Mature Content instead.

(And separately it believes that every tumblr everywhere is polluted.)

6. I wondered if acid, but on consideration probably just grass, but rather a lot of it.

9: My webnanny's concept of 'Adult Content' is utterly mysterious. If it calls something 'Sex', there's generally sex there. 'Adult Content' hits completely random things.

6: That comic is so good.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but the OP link makes me kind of sad.

I love this so much.

14 to the OP, but the one in 6 is good too.

Maybe things are right with you!

I don't know - all I've got is a personal data point, which is that when I read Molloy in college it significantly disturbed and depressed me, but I also couldn't get it out of my head, so I reread it a few years later and found it much more simply enjoyable (and much funnier) than on the first go-through. Maybe I was just more dour and more willing to accept the premise that yes, of course life is like that?

Because now:

- Why does everything have to be so tiny?
- What does that mean?
- Nevermind I can't explain

- I don't like it, why is it laughing
- HA HA HA HA
- That's just the sound of gases being released through its mouth
- HA HA HA HA
- Make it go away
- I would if I could, son

An old part of me still says yes, sad and scary: the rest wants to say, funny because it's true.

though it has drawn a line somewhere that makes neb's link Pornography

Well, I was kind of surprised when I clicked on it in my office and found myself looking at a giant image of insect vagina.

I don't know what's wrong with me

You're reading too much into it for two?

I don't know what's wrong with me, but the OP link makes me kind of sad.

Because it's all about horrible tragic (though also absurd) stuff, perhaps!

17: Indeed, I was surprised to come home and discover that the program at work had been broadly right, though not importantly so given the exact material and computers involved.

When I was a kid I would kill lots of ants, with a bouncy ball and with a magnifying glass. I would simultaneously compose the newspaper headlines for the ant newspapers talking about the mysterious deaths and mass atrocities. This Ant Comics thing makes me so happy.

Red ants. They were weird.

We would make the red ants fight the black ants. It was newsworthy in the ant newspapers.

That is quite possibly the most unimaginably awful transgression I can imagine.

I'm just going to leave that ridiculous comment there.

I want all the cartoons I want to be available online to be available online. This one's (Charles Addams?) caption: "Goodness, it wouldn't be a picnic without ants." Nonchalant woman unpacking picnic basket unaware of horrified companion staring at advancing line of giant ants. Words not quite the same ...

I want all the cartoons I want to be available online to be available online

I guess given 24 I can't really snark at this, yet … given who I am, can I not?

Neb like the wind, neb.

Or alternatively, let you unstudied whimsy flag fly free! You'll find it will do wonders for your valve.

How nebs the wind?

My valve could do with something wondrous, god knows.

How nebs the wind like merry laughter spent,
Catching its breath to break the peace in glee;
Light, hollow, pleasing, 'tis as though t'were sent
Severity to sever, and set free
The radiant, special, spirit of the Day.
...
Blow, ye bright breezes, laugh, and gather joy;
They kiss upon my cheek--I'm still a boy.

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Raymond Durgnat in his last essay analyzes Miklos Jancso's Red Psalm 1972 Hungary

A good comparison is Attenborough's Oh, What a Lovely War and maybe productions of Jesus Christ Superstar because there is a kind of metatextual joy projected by all these young performers acting out a Hungarian rebellion in beautiful open air choreography.

Or Pelleas and Melisandre? Something Pastoral. They mill about purposefully but pleasantly as in a dream, yet interact with warmth and affection. If there was no improvisation...yet there must have been.

A gorgeous exciting movie, that ends with a shot of a young woman like Lady Liberty hoisting a pistol wrapped in a red ribbon, having just killed a bunch of cops.

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