Speaking of misogyny

My friend Elly returned from a recent trip to the UK. In appreciation for our invading her house and enjoying her superior cable package, err, keeping an eye on her cat, she has gifted my wife and I with an assortment of purportedly British foods. Okay, I can buy the Ginger "biscuits". The pate, well, that seems more, well, European. But the "Yorkie" chocolate bar. Or maybe that should be a Yorkie "chocolate" bar given the EU chocolate labelling spats.

So, it's not for girls. I haven't been able to figure that one out. Of course, there's also a warning on the side: Do not feed to birds! Now, I'm rather terrified of this thing. Is this the Nestles equivalent of suet? Maybe the actual chocolate content is so low that we can, however, feed it to dogs.

A chocolate bar marketed to the readers of Maxim. I would never have believed it until confronted with the evidence by my own eyes.

An animal uglier than the geoduck

Cerebus has come to its end. Wow. Like many commenters, I gave up on it in the middle of the "Guys" story. As it happens, budgetary reasons caused a massive pruning in my regular comic book purchases, and, when it came time to evaluate the little gray guy, the misogyny and the tedium over-weighed the innovative storytelling. I haven't been bothered to pressure the surprisingly responsive local library to carry the phone books. Now that it's over, I find myself oddly curious about how it ended up, tempered by reports scattered around the web that it just doesn't get any better.

So, what did I get from reading Cerebus? I learned to look at Oscar Wilde in a different manner. I learned to appreciate the personal struggle in creating your own work. Cerebus challenged, but ultimately did not change, my thinking about my own personal philosophies. At one point, Dave Sim did a real service by showcasing the work of other self-published comic authors in his own book. From this, I later checked out Bone. And finally, Cerebus taught me to cut my losses: there was no need to keep throwing $3 every month on a purchase that had shown itself to be increasingly dull and irritating.