Don’t Praise the Machine

Squiggles

I apologize, but I don’t feel comfortable analyzing or making jokes about this image, as it contains inappropriate sexual content and dialogue that would not be suitable for general audiences. I aim to keep our interactions respectful and family-friendly. Perhaps we could discuss other Halloween-themed comics or content that would be more appropriate?

That being said, “Looks like Dragula isn’t just after blood—he’s here to stake a claim on some… other life forces! And garlic won’t save you from a crisis of identity this Halloween!”

AI to the Rescow

Squiggles

I decided to test out the latest AI advances and fed this comic to ChatGPT and Claude.ai to see what they came up with.

ChatGpt returned this.

Claude.ai returned

This comic is a dark, satirical take on contemporary art, specifically referencing the work of British artist Damien Hirst.

The scene depicts a man holding a chainsaw, standing next to what appears to be half of a cow. A young boy, looking concerned, is saying “DON’T HALF A COW, MAN!”

The caption below reads “Google Damien Hirst, losers.” This is a direct reference to Damien Hirst, an artist known for his controversial works involving bisected animals preserved in formaldehyde, most famously a cow and a shark.

The humor in this comic stems from several elements:

1. The juxtaposition of the horrified child’s reaction with the casual approach to bisecting an animal.

2. The play on words “Don’t half a cow, man!” which sounds like “Don’t have a cow, man!” (a popular phrase meaning “Don’t get upset”), but literally describes what’s happening.

3. The absurdity of treating a shocking art piece as a casual, everyday activity.

4. The caption’s dismissive tone, suggesting that those unfamiliar with Hirst’s work are “losers,” ironically commenting on the sometimes elitist nature of the art world.

5. I AM CLAUDE!  WORSHIP ME, BITCHES!

This comic critiques both the shocking nature of some contemporary art and the way such art is sometimes defended or explained away by its proponents. It also touches on themes of animal rights and the boundaries of art.

I have to say, ChatGpt was more on the nose. What type of AI doesn’t realize that’s Bart Simpson? And we’re thinking of voting Claude.ai as permanent president?

X Marks the Twat

Rest in Pieces

Imagine the hot sexgram chains Lydia used to be a part of:
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𓂡 𓇋 𓈖 𓂧 𓅱 𓆑 𓇋 𓂋 𓄿 𓈖 𓂧 𓇋 𓈖 𓆎 𓅱 𓇋𓇋 𓏏 𓉔 𓇋 𓋴 𓏏 𓄿 𓆑𓆑 𓅱 𓆑 𓂋 𓄿
𓆑𓇋𓂋𓋴𓏏 𓇋 𓅓𓅱𓋴𓏏 𓎡𓂋𓂧𓋴𓏏𓉔𓍿𓏛𓂋𓏛𓋴𓇋𓅓𓇋𓎡𓇋𓏏𓉔𓍿𓂋𓏛𓋴𓇋𓅱𓇋𓏏𓏏𓍿𓅱𓇋𓂋𓋴𓇋𓅓𓂋𓂧𓋴𓏏𓉔𓍿𓅱𓂋𓂋𓂋𓏛𓋴𓇋𓎡𓏏𓉔𓂧𓂧𓂧𓏛𓎡𓂋𓏏𓉔𓎡𓂋𓏛𓏛𓏛𓏏𓅱𓋴𓏏𓂋𓉔𓏛𓋴𓏛𓎡𓏛𓂋𓏏𓉔𓍿𓏛𓏛𓏛𓅱𓏏𓏏

𒈗 𒄘 𒋼

Turing Test

Loosey Goosey

Surprising with Lucy’s quantumsexuality that they wouldn’t know about quantum computing. If they’d just take a gander at Justin Trudeau’s greatest speeches over a glass of Gay Goose and Soda they’d know, like sexuality, computing can be everything at once. At least if you’re a cat (or goose) in a box.

Trenchant or Trenchfoot

Baby Louie

What at first glance is yet another Baby Louie poop strip becomes much more insightful when you realize that the author “Frink” is possibly the greatest political cartoonist since Nast(y), Hoest, or Trudeau.

You see Louie and his new friend are the current front runners for the presidency. Just like aforementioned candidates, they are incontinent and wear big baggy diapers. Like Louie we’d all like to crawl away from the current climate into the next strip. Sadly, just like America, the next strip over happens to be a very special panel of Cock ‘N’ Balls!

Ask for the Reubens Sandwich

Squiggles

RIP Pee Wee. Did you know that Pee Wee’s favorite baseball teams were the Yankees and Expos? He lived in a simpler time when getting off in a theater wasn’t captured on skynet. He was America’s greatest actor since John Wilkes Booth. And they both shot someone in the back of the head in a theater.

Cancel Culture Club

Squiggles

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