Steadily Simmering On

Well, folks, it has been over a month since the commencement of Superosity's fourteenth year, and I have a feeling that this year of Superosity is going to be a good one. This is because any year of Superosity which contains Superosity is a good one. Goodness is endemic to Superosity.

Another good sign is the top form Superosity was in during the week of its thirteenth birthday. Check out this one in particular, and this one in particular, and this one also in particular. Hell, check out the whole thing in particular: this is top quality stuff! Most of these punchlines are hinged on hilarious twists of logic that are difficult not to appreciate.

Similarly, all the comics that follow can be summed up with one word: enjoyable. It's an understated choice, but gets the basic message across.

So we come to today's comic, which in its final panel perhaps manages to sum up Superosity's tone quite neatly.

That astonished gasp followed by a total normalisation of the supposedly shocking statement.

The spanning of multiple time periods and universes is of course part of Chris' everyday life, and as the computer implies shouldn't be shocking to him at all, but he needed to gasp because that's what would be expected of him if he were a fictional character. As readers of a fictional character, it also happens to be what we expect to see. So he earnestly goes through the motions in his childlike way, and the predictability of this behaviour is dismantled by the world simply ticking on. Time to see what zany adventure this will lead to.

(How do you get a world to tick? Just mix a couple of metaphors and half bake it. You should know this by now).

Finally, just a note on my own personal tardiness: I'm pretty lazy, really, and considering the invisibility of my pretend audience I only really write this stuff for the joy of writing about Superosity. Blogger is also a hassle to log into now that I have to jump through hoops to evade Google's attempt to consolidate my various internet activities under a single Gmail account. I can't promise regular updates, but I do promise if that if I ever decide to stop doing this I'll actually state that fact instead of just suddenly stopping. So maybe check back every month or so or just when you think of it. I don't know. You and I both know that you're fictional anyway.

What Darkness Lurks

This year is shaping up to be a fascinating one for Superosity. For one thing, it is Superosity, which makes it inherently fascinating. For another, the groundwork is being set for strange shifts in the dynamic. There's Obama's aforementioned war on Reptilianism, the suggestion that all Republican candidates are Reptilians, and the revelation that the world needs to be cloned to preserve its rich heritage before World MK I suffers its impending destruction. It might also be worth mentioning that two of everybody's favourite side characters, Pupkin and Alan's Famous Indian Screaming Lizard, have run away together as though they were dish and spoon.

The result of all this is a new continuity with an underlying sense of urgent danger. Never before has so much been simmering behind the scenes in Superosity. Will the Superosity world survive such a hazardous year? Our human civilisation would do well to hope so.

Back To Barack

Barack Obama has seen little coverage in Superosity. Sure, Boardy returned his wallet, and we've been seeing glimpses of Boardy's little obsession, but the character himself has remained inert. Compare this to Baby Bush, whose obnoxious behaviour was a regular source of plot points throughout the reign of his real-life counterpart. It is quite probable that GW Bush's astonishing capacity for reelection was largely due to the fame he garnered through Superosity. All publicity is good publicity, after all.

It is therefore exciting to see Obama finally take an active role in a Superosity storyline. So exciting that we can easily get over the disappointment of having Chris' trick-or-treating expedition with Moneybags reduced to a single strip. So Obama apparently has something against Reptillians and employs the negotiation tactics of an indulgent mother. It is surprising to find no fictional elements have yet been worked into the Superosity interpretation, but I suppose we must sit back and wait to see what is to come. In the meantime, let us contemplate a hint of things to come... in the future.

Really makes you think, doesn't it? But then, when doesn't Superosity make you think? Only when you happen to be reading it in the middle of receiving a brain transplant, methinks.

All That Is Air Condenses To Solid

Today one of the many holes in my heart has been filled, for I have finally gotten around to acquiring the print issues of Superosity that were released in those heady days when Keenspot was into doing that kind of thing. They are not in the pristine condition that I would have liked, but are nonetheless guaranteed to be 100% blackout proof, allowing for electricity free enjoyment of Superosity at any time of the day that provides enough light to read by. A necessary precaution in this post-peak-oil era.

They also contain creator commentary, a source of invaluable background information that is sure to prove invaluable as information. Did you know that there was once a shirt featuring the last panel of this strip? Maybe you did. I have a feeling that I may have known it at some point myself, but I forgot about it. Or maybe it just feels like something I once knew. Anyway, now we're all certain about being fully aware of the fact-- unless of course you can't read, in which case I'm sorry for marginalising you but am unsure what you're doing staring at these enigmatic scribbles. You should find something better to do with your time, like learning to read or something.

As I flicked through these issues, experiencing Superosity in glorious black for the first time, I also noticed an unfortunate error that I made in my previous post. The first appearance of those aliens isn't in their eponymous storyline, as I had implied. It was two years earlier, in Chris' first journey to the future, during which Chris and Boardy worked to prevent future Bobby from starting a war. This is significant because it clearly depicts representatives of the aliens living on Earth in future history. I apologise; this was a serious oversight. My memory isn't what it used to be. I can't remember what it used to be.

That's all for now, folks. Stay tuned for next issue, in which something brilliant is written </foreshadowing>, but maybe not quite as brilliant as suggested. </ominous foreshadowing>

The Spy Who Came In With The Cold Blood

With the introduction of the Reptillian alien race, one can't help but wonder about the implications for the secret Lizard kingdom. These Reptillian beings, they are like Doctor Who's Silurians. Except they're not from Earth. Or at least if they are from Earth they fly around their home planet in spaceships for some reason. In any case, they clearly hope to be the planet's dominant race and it seems probable that Burt Reynolds would have a hand (or claw?) in any such play for power.

Reptillians are the latest in what has come to be a very complicated intergalactic landscape. It could be argued that the variety of alien species is one of the richest elements of Superosity's mythology. This argument would be made easy by the vague qualification "one of." It would be made difficult by the sheer richness of Superosity's elemental table. Regardless, I maintain that Superosity's extraterrestrial scope is impressive.

There was a time when this range was centred on and pretty much limited to those gray aliens, a parody of your classic Roswell alien with paler skin flying about in saucers to partake of recreational abductions. This parody by itself was rich in detail-- the way they remained unnamed and were referred to only by reputation, the way their lack of emotions played upon ideas about scientific purity, and of course their compulsive abduction habit. Never before had such a simple caricature been so nuanced. At least, this was arguably one of the times after the period in which no simple caricature had previously been so nuanced that there was so much nuance in a simple caricature .

They were great (in the sense of quality), but space is greater (in the sense of size) [note to self: if you have to explain a turn of phrase don't use it] {other note to self: shut up, you're not the boss of me}. It came to seem a bit of a shame to focus the examination of alien life on just the one parody, especially when time travel had been partaken of so adeptly.

This all changed with the massive story arc that began with Space Is Keen, the most thorough exploration of Superosity's contemporary universe to date. In one extraordinarily lengthy fell swoop, Superosity's spacescape was filled with life. Most importantly, this is where we first learnt of the cannibalistic Venusians, the beings currently harbouring Chris' parents in law. But this is not all we gained. It also sowed the seeds for lunatic filth-filled dictatorships, fugitive spaceballs, extraterrestrial omnipotence, and many others. Wacky Martians would also eventually come to be in consequence of this landmark occasion. Today the region of Superosity's outer space is at least as compelling as its future histories and parallel Earths.

So, Reptillians, we welcome your entry into the realm of Superosity's contemporary species. You are part of what has come to be a great (in the sense of both quality and size) legacy. Please don't nibble on me.

Oh, and happy birthday to our dimension's very own Chris Crosby.

Farewell To Superosity Makes Me Gay

Gentlefolk of the jury, men and women of the passing throng, Superosity Makes Me Gay is no more. It was a necessary change. I realised there was a need to focus on the matter at hand, a matter which the blog's name confused by adding superfluous politicisation. This was unnecessary. It was undesirable. What I need, what you need, what the world needs, is a blog which puts greater emphasis on the importance of Superosity. This importance doesn't seem to have been fully embraced by the world at large. Such lack is a sign of our collective dearth of cultural appreciation. It's a lack I will now put effort into rectifying, once every week or two, forevermore or until I start getting lazy about it again, under a new title.

Superosity Makes Me Gay is dead. Long live Superosity Makes Me Giddy.

A Transylvanian Twist

Anonymous Anonymous, he who is doubly good at being anonymous but paradoxically distinguishes himself in so doing and thus compromises his anonymity, has asked an interesting question regarding a recent Superosity strip:

"What is a Verve Vactor Thirteen and why is there nothing on the Google Box about it?"

Now, the answer to the latter part is of course quite clear. The Google Box simply does not possess the grand heights of wisdom that Superosity does. The core of the question, however, remains befuddling. If it were "Verve Vector Thirteen" there would be little confusion. It would be the thirteenth Verve Vector. Even Google Box would know that, quite probably. "Verve Vactor Thirteen," however? What is the thirteenth Verve Vactor? I do not know, but it is interesting that this is introduced to Superosity's mythology in the very same year of Superosity that is its thirteenth year.

Another interesting addition to the Superosity that occurred this year, one that probably has little to no relationship with Verve Vactors, is that of a monster monarchy. Also of interest is the lizard monarchy that was revealed shortly thereafter, but it remains to be seen whether this is to be expanded on. The monster element, however, has already impacted quite significantly upon the Superosity world that we know. Never again may we ever see the Janitor in the same way. Now we must look at him like this:



In true Superosity fashion, monsters are taken a step beyond the standard fur and spikes and given the option for such features as secondary oesophagi that lead to Hell. This is an exciting concept. Still, the true significance is that an entire subculture has been opened up for possible exploration in future storylines. Superosity was simply too massive to be filled up with such areas as space, time and alternate dimensions. So an entire civilisation has now been unveiled under our very noses, on the contemporary home planet of our intrepid heroes.

That is, two civilisations if you count the lizards. And with Alan's Famous Indian Screaming Lizard being stalked by whats-her-name, can further integration of this royal lineage be far behind? Yes, actually, it can be very far behind given the long game that Superosity plays so artfully. In the meantime, we are left to wonder if Alan's Famous Indian Screaming Lizard would lose its shrill charm if taken beyond its smirk-inducing vignettes.