A highway. A car approaches a sign that reads NOW ENTERING PENNSYLVANIA. Just past the sign, couples in anachronistic clothing are dancing the jitterbug and the Lindy Hop. The driver of the car grimaces and says: “Oh, hell. I’d heard this was a swing state.”
That’s a bad pun. I’m sorry.
(They’re “swing dancing,” in case the joke doesn’t come across.)
In yesterday’s comic, Van Helsing the monster hunter has killed the Cookie Monster. I now think it would’ve been better if he’d also killed Grover and The Count — the more bodies the better. There’s a lot of monsters on Sesame Street.
Speaking of monsters: I’m openly a non-fan of Basil Wolverton, an artist who specialized in grotesques, but I think his style actually suits this sci-fi comic, The Spacehawk:
This is early Wolverton, so he hasn’t gone completely around the bend yet, and it’s set in space so his monstrosities make sense, plus his humans look human, which grounds the whole enterprise. I like it! It’s loud and gross and garish in the right ways. It looks like CC Beck’s work in Captain Marvel, but if CC Beck had gone nuts.
Later Wolverton, when his only goal was to be as repulsive as possible… that I don’t like so much.
But you I like. Especially if you draw my cartoons. Come back next week. I’ll be here for most of it, I think. I’ll try, at least.
Draw.