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3 thoughts on “534 – Compliments To The Cook”

  1. Anonymous

    Of course, the sleezer gave them expired food XD

  2. Anonymous

    Chuck acknowledged that the bucket “survival food” was old, with the potential of being bad, but admitting it still had the potential for being good! 🤣
    Con in Pasadena? I had to check, Cali, not TX, tho they have smaller shows at the college, I figured not likely, as Pasadena/Deer Park is in the news again, for all the wrong reasons (again), after an SUV crashed into a LNG pipeline, turning it into a blowtorch.

  3. Anonymous

    Dangit! I *know* I put in my name and info!

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534 – Compliments To The Cook
Posted on September 18, 2024 by Clint

Hearkening back to the events of page 269!

Meanwhile, this weekend we're bringing Zombie Ranch to the wide-open spaces. Comparatively. The trade volumes will be among our offerings at the annual Pasadena ARTWalk at Booth #32 in the shady lanes of Green Street.

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Wait, let me explain…

Posted on June 17, 2020 by Clint
Ever watched a film where the villain has the hero at their mercy, but instead of finishing them off they have to stop and gloat for a few precious seconds? During which something inevitably happens to turn the tables, at best leading to the hero’s escape and at worst causing the villain’s demise and the undoing of their entire plot? I always scoffed at such scenarios, and yet several years back I was part of an RPG session where the Gamemaster had me representing the antagonist character in opposition to the other players, and it happened. I got so into it and was so convinced of my own motives for doing all the terrible things I was doing and somehow at the climactic moment I had to pause and try to explain. It wasn’t gloating! But somehow I genuinely just felt this irrational conviction that if I could just persuade them to see things my way, they’d join me, or at least cease trying to stop me. So what if it all hinged on the murder of an innocent woman who was the betrothed of their leader? If they would just listen for a minute, I could… Oh, and now I’m dead and my plans are ruined. Oops. It’s a reminder that even the most cartoonish supervillains can still think of themselves as the heroes. Come on, Luke, join me and we can rule the galaxy together. Don’t make me destroy you. Maybe it’s a holdover of tribal days, but there just seems to be something in human character where we want to be understood. Hell, we’ll even spend days arguing with ourselves that such-and-such was necessary, or so-and-so was clearly in the wrong in that confrontation, even though we have no audience. And if we’re fortunate enough to have friends to vent to, we’re not really interested in hearing the wrong answer to a posed question of “am I the asshole?” We want to feel justified. Ideally we’d want everyone to admit we were right, especially our antagonists. Defeating them is good, of course, but if they would also see that your way is correct that would be all the better. So nasty people write memoirs, and shadowy executives record audio logs, and villains explain their evil plans as the laser slowly makes its way towards James Bond’s crotch… and sometimes that leaves the audience scratching their heads and wondering why they even bothered. Well, turns out we might just be funny little creatures that like to talk. And to be understood. Even if it kills us.