This Week, a review of Scrag Ends as posted at:

http://www.wasteofhtml.com/archives/nov02/webcomics.html

...God bless his little cotton socks...

Scrag Ends

Finally, a comic that is actually illustrated in a manner that it doesn't make my eyes want to strap on rocket packs and launch themselves out of their sockets. That's really the only nice comment I have about the most blatant Far Side rip-off in the history of the crapstravaganza that we call "art". The entire site is a collection of images, each one containing a picture and a one-liner that leaves you wondering if it's supposed to be funny or if the entire collection is just part of a massive inside joke in which the author is basking in the warmth of the fire on the inside while the rest of us stare longingly into the window like 18th century British street urchins. The scariest part of the whole ordeal is that the author has managed to post 17 archives of this and counting. Each archive holds 16 images. That's 272 images of purebred boredom that this guy has ejaculated upon the Internet. It's just too bad he didn't bring his tissue.

On second thought, I withdraw my original comment about this man's work not making my eyes launch from my skull. After looking at that, they promptly took flight and were last spotted on a suicide course with the sun.

Unfortunately the author of the above piece left his e-mail address at the foot of his page. If you'd like to write to him expressing your gratitude for his heartfelt opinions then, please, don't let me stop you. You can reach him by clicking on the link that I've kindly supplied. Make sure you take your tissue with you though...