
I was afraid that, by the time I published this strip, people would have already forgotten the flab-jabs. Apparently not.

I was afraid that, by the time I published this strip, people would have already forgotten the flab-jabs. Apparently not.

If you don’t get the joke, ask a Star Wars fan. If you still don’t get it, well, I don’t know what to tell you.

When watching the original (real) “Magnum P.I.” my wife was always careful to assure me that she never went in for those big, handsome guys.

I felt a little bad about leaving “Solo” out of panel one. I felt bad admitting that “Eight” even exists for panel 2.

This is one of my favorite bits of useless trivia. What’s strange is that the GBs are in NYC and Jim is in LA.

I have found watching people who are really good at this kind of thing interesting, for a few minutes. I have never been interested in participating.

We have a pretty big comic-con that comes to town every year. Most of the time, I have no idea who the panelists are that are listed, or even if they are in English or not.

I tried to figure out how to work Rogue One and Solo into this. I didn’t try to work in 7-9.

And I don’t even like the original song. Mainly because I don’t like the movie it’s in. I don’t like musicals.

This is me, almost. I bet I’ve watched every episode and movie of Superman, but I’ve read–maybe–a dozen comic books.