Free-Roaming Dogs Suck

Let us all gaze upon Mask, committed whinger that he is, as he complains about the outdoors being wet while also complaining about his only source of shelter which also happens to be the moistest object he is in contact with.

There are a great many people in Superosity who complain pettishly. Mask, Bobby, Barton, Alan's embittered mother... but this is probably my favourite. That zany spoiled brat.

I have no great insights today. If you desire more intriguing observations, check out the exciting discussion about Lester's relationship with Chris (and Lester's extreme modesty regarding bare shoulders) in the comments for the post below this one. I promise you won't be disappointed- unless of course you have unreasonably high expectations, in which case you have nobody but yourself to blame for any disappointment you may experience.

Alan Plus Chris At The Movies

That other guy seems to have dropped his game a bit, so I think it's time for me to swoop in and steal his girlfriend.

Chris and Alan are two characters who have very little interaction. Sure, Chris is aware of Alan, and Alan knows who Chris is, and they've even been on a time travelling adventure together. It's just that they rarely interact- even in that time travelling adventure Alan mostly tagged along in the background before delivering the hilarious punchline with characteristically superb comic timing.

It has been painstakingly noted before by someone or other that despite this strange distanced orbiting of one another, the two characters have a multitude of fundamental similarities. It is with some pleasure that I am the first to provide a link to the most explicit example of this to date.

And now that Alan is going to see Chris' movie, we may be well positioned to expect more such intermingling of tandem pop-cultural observations. Could this be the beginning of a beautiful friendship? Will Chris continue to consider Alan as that weird kid, blissfully unaware of the self-deprecation contained in such a designation? Stay tuned.

To Superosity, I mean. Not this place. This place's output is so completely sporadic that you probably have time to tune out and make a few massive sandwiches before there will be anything new here.

What Is Superosity, Anyway?

Superosity is delicious. It is the very essence of joy. When life gets me down, Mrs. Brown, and things seem hard or tough, it's Superosity which brings things back into perspective. When I'm feeling pimply and my knees are turning blue, it's Superosity which eases my nervousness. A cure to despair procured from a strange man in the unexpectedly dusty corner of a garish casino. Superosity is a full pack of cards and each one a Joker. A wild ride to the legendary all-you-can-eat buffet with nothing but seafood. And ice cream. As sobering a dose of unreality as half a bottle of gin swallowed in one gulp after a hard day in the salt mines, the remainder of the bottle being reserved for after you've vomited up the first half.

Without Superosity, the world would be a cold place indeed. It is hard to imagine how humanity ever existed prior to its creation.