Friday, January 03, 2025

Unlimited Brutus

A man stands at a canvas and easel ready to paint. A beatnik, I don't know if it's an art teacher or a random passerby, leans in and says "Like, no. It's been done." The angle changes and we see that the canvas is separated and is a paint-by-number.
February 5, 1966
Don't listen to Art Professor Maynard G. Krebs here. People of all ages lovingly utilize paint-by-number books while beatnik after beatnik have disappeared.

I mean, he's creating a paint by numbers and not doing one, right? I guess the strip and comment works either way.

Brutus is sitting in his mother-flipping green chair with his feet up on an ottoman holding a phone. Hurricane Hattie stands in front of him. "Gladys outdid herself with this new phone she gave me for Christmas. It even came with a plan for unlimited minutes!" "Well, that a waste!" Hattie scoffs. "Why's that?" "Who would want to talk to you for that long?"
I feel the same way. Can I have a discount on my bill because I never actually use the phone part? No one wants to talk to me unlimitedly either, and frankly, I don't blame them.