Big Beef City posted:

I have an officially licensed tattoo of Garfield pissing down my rear end crack as a tramp stamp and he says 'Eat My Shorts'.


But my back was sorta weird when they did it so it looks like 'shirts' which doesn't make much sense but I emailed Bill Watterson regarding it and he hasn't weighed in on his opinion on profiting off body art no matter how good it is but I assure you he's read it.
The email. I dunno if he read the tattoo yet. I hope so.
Well anyway that's some portion of MY take on the war of cartoon strip licensing. Thank you.

Thots and Prayers posted:

Second-hand Princess Diana conspiracy theories: 1

Sleeveless posted:

Gary Larson, Bill Watterson, et al are huge recluses because they're enormous perverts whose shame colors their every thought and action and them being performatively principled is a result of that. When Watterson dies there's definitely going to be a huge locker full of sketches of weird porn along with his rambling manifestos about the newspaper syndicates controlling everything and the world falling apart because people drive instead of cycling.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNU5Ivpbwew&t=477s

By comparison, Jim Davis has nothing to be ashamed of and no pretensions of what he does. He is a humble and free man who likes to make people smile with a fat cartoon cat who tells jokes.

pseudanonymous posted:

This is an interesting take. Have you considered that the reason there are no Garfield pissing on things stickers is that nobody gives a poo poo about Garfield other than laughing at the existence of Garfield? And Watterson absolutely proactively took control of his creation, he didn't want it merchandized. I would say Davis sold out, but I don't feel like cartoons about a fat cat that hates Mondays are really artistic to begin with it's just an inexplicable thing that caught on.

garfield restauranteur maniac ebook posted:

On New Year’s Day of 2014, I landed in London’s Stansted airport and a mini cab driver was waiting for me at the arrivals holding a white paper with my full name. I embarked in the mini cab under the gloomy rainy and mundane grey clouds, heading to Heathrow airport to fly out to Montreal after five hours and I started conversing with the driver, asking him about William and Kate and what do the people think of them in London as they are always under the spotlight these days – especially with the new born baby. The driver said: “oh, they are just fabulous…but you know, since Diana’s death, nothing has been the same and the trust from the citizens has deteriorated towards the Monarchy ever since they planned her death.” I wasn’t surprised, but told the driver please do tell me more. ”You will be shocked,” the driver responded, “are you ready?

Well, Princess Diana was only a very young naïve innocent, good-hearted woman teaching in the kindergarten before she was thrown to the wolves. Prince Charles’s grandmother knew the grandmother of Diana and both had arranged to introduce her to Prince Charles after he came back from the military. Charles never loved Diana; he was already in love with Camilla and they were planning to get engaged until he left to the military. Camilla sought for some kind of validation of commitment from Prince Charles to be engaged to her as he was leaving for six years. Prince Charles felt it wasn’t the right time and told her that he couldn’t commit now. Camilla apologized and told him that she couldn’t continue or keep waiting for him without some kind of confirmation of his love to her. Prince Charles left to the military and soon after Camilla married a respectable military officer and had two children. Prince Charles sure did regret it and had to move on. He met Diana through his grandmother and married her to have his first son, Prince William, while Camilla divorced her husband. Charles lived through repentance, but all he ever wanted at this point was a male heir. Diana was the perfect victim if he was to satisfy his goal. Diana loved Charles and all she ever wanted was a romantic love mind. Romance for Diana was a top priority on the list in her life. Her relationship began to fluctuate as Charles began seeing Camilla behind her back. The loving, jealous Diana couldn’t live in a love triangle and was nevertheless after a romantic love life that she always dreamed of. All she wanted was prince charming to sweep her off her feet when the real prince charming was only prince of England. One day at Windsor in the Cartier Polo Championship, Princess Diana was the guest of honor and presented a trophy to the charming, masculine, and seductive Major James Hewitt, an independent playgirl polo player who was faced by Diana’s glamour, poise, and beauty as she presented him with the trophy. You can google Hewitt and Diana and you will see the picture of when she was presenting him with the trophy and how he is a twin of …are you ready! … Prince Harry!”

I was indeed shocked by this and taken by surprise.

“Diane began to be perceived by the Queen as a risk and a threat,” the driver continued. “She was exceedingly promiscuous for Queen Elizabeth and Diana’s attitude did not resonate well with her. Prince Charles separated from Diana to be with Camilla, while Diana was still on her path of discovery to find true love. She began feeling the void and loneliness. She was always under the scrutiny of the Monarchy and she never left their eyes even when she was living alone. Diana started to see Major James Hewitt for a year till he also manipulated her and took advantage of her loving and caring heart for stardom. He did live by his title, ’playgirl,’ and that’s what he was. Diana was again heartbroken and became more and more co-dependent, also enduring depression as her loneliness took over.. Finally letting go of the illusion of love with Hewitt, Diana fell in love with a renowned Indian surgeon – this before her affair with Doudi and ultimately her death. Rumor has it that the monarchy had calculated her death as she was pregnant with Doudi’s baby and if she would conceive it, the next King of England would be a Muslim Englishman and that is the last thing the monarchy needed in this modern time. The driver and Doudi died instantly, but not the bodyguard who made it out alive and not Diana, who was alive after the crash, as well. The ambulance rushed her to a hospital 100 km away instead of one nearby, claiming that it was for abortion purposes, and then filled her body, wrapping it into a mummy. Why? No one ever knew the reason.

I felt an utter appreciation and gratitude for this journey and meeting the British driver, who was knowledgeable about Princess Diana’s short life story and Britain’s politics and economy. I began to develop an entire enlightened perception about love. I understood that one must always feel the joy of having your own company and learn to love yourself and feeding your subconscious mind daily every morning and night. “I am all I need and I am sufficient.”

I knew right this instant that love is a lengthy process, similar to a vineyard when making the best wine, taking time to pasteurize itself for the love of the people. The longer it lasts, the more lovely it is to drink and better. Love can’t be pushed, cajoled, or rushed. It is a deep emotion that is reacted upon differently by every person and we can’t expect people to react the same way we believe they should according to some stereotyped depiction of love. We all show it in our own unique colors and we must simply look into these details, understand, appreciate and give back love so the universe will assist in manifesting nothing but that in return.

I have learned about Diana that she died broken-hearted and was never truly loved, because she never believed that she would be loved. On a daily basis, she had fed her mind with negative thoughts, consumed with her loneliness, void, lack of fulfilment and what she didn’t have rather than looking at what she did have and giving praise and gratitude until the universe would plot in your favour. But she was impatient and needy and these two main attributes are destructive to the soul.

I very much related to Princess Diana’s movie as I always had a need to be loved flaws that proved to be a threat for any relationship. I failed to prepare myself and complained regularly about my solitude.

The book manuscript found in Accra by author Paulo Coelho mentions that in solitude, we will understand and respect the love that has left us and decide whether it is worth asking that love to come back or simply letting go and embarking on a new path. The divine energy responds well when we are still and silent, where solitude is a blessing as that is the only moment where the light illuminates around us and helps us to see everything clearer and how necessary this is as we are making an immense difference to the quality of our work when it’s underscored by silent reflection.

schmuckfeatures posted:

motherfucker can't even spell "Dodi" correctly and he thinks he's got the truth on this diana poo poo

quote:

Love is a lengthy process, similar to a vineyard when making the best wine, taking time to pasteurize itself for the love of the people. The longer it lasts, the more lovely it is to drink and better. Love can’t be pushed, cajoled, or rushed. It is a deep emotion that is reacted upon differently by every person and we can’t expect people to react the same way we believe they should according to some stereotyped depiction of love. We all show it in our own unique colors and we must simply look into these details, understand, appreciate and give back love so the universe will assist in manifesting nothing but that in return.

entergaging garfield maniac posted:

Dear Saudi Arabia,

I write to you and only you,

To express my love and anger for you.

You have given me shelter,

You have nurtured me for ever,

You have watched over my pitfalls and suc-

an entergaged restaurateur posted:

Dear Saudi Arabia,

I write to you and only you,

To express my love and anger for you.

You have given me shelter,

You have nurtured me for ever,

You have watched over my pitfalls and success

Knowing I have gone through a mess

Trying to find my self In the middle of the desert

Where love is impossible

Until you made me realize the only love I need

Is the love within which I must breed.

Saudi Arabia you have taught me to love my self

After consecutive heartbreaks on your sandy land

Where on my head I would always land

But you brought me back up with your wisdom and love

That for long I have taken for granted

Blaming you for all my pain

And failing to look what I’d gain.

Saudi Arabia, you never lost hope in me

As you knew very well what you have raised.

I traveled the world and the seven seas and lost my self

To find myself in your land a gain. Yes, you possess your suppressed rules

Yes, you know no freedom

Yes, you are intolerant to sins

Yes, you imprison the adventurous souls

And yes, you claim to know no evil

But may I kindly say that you unknowingly created devils on your land

What was once an angel in heaven became a devil in hell.

You have coerced your laws onto your citizens

Yielding to creating little monsters among us

Which was never your intention

Saudi Arabia, I write to you and only you,

To express my love and hate for you.

I will always love you

No matter the worst have experienced

Which nevertheless

Has brought the best out of me.

I love you as I have grown

Wiser, faster

Stronger, louder

Peaceful and collected...

Thank you Saudi Arabia for loving me

schmuckfeatures posted:

alright and here's his goddamn saudi arabia poem.



actually gently caress this poo poo i'm not going to sit here and manually split up the loving line breaks goddammit.

thots and hoes come back into the thread already, this was supposed to be your job and i'm already five bucks in the hole



edit: the poster's name is "Thots and Prayers" but i'm just gonna leave it as "thots and hoes"

Pastry of the Year posted:

schmuckfeatures posted:

alright then gently caress it.

somebody PM thots and hoes, give him a clip round the ears, and tell him he's a ruffian and a scoundrel for abandoning this thread

Thots and Prayers posted:

I'm down to do a Let's Read. I didn't want to promise one in case the book was competent but it's not even spellchecked so I assure you that no one with a lick of writing talent has been anywhere near it.

Gonna be out of town for the 4th of July holiday so it'll have to wait until I get back to start but here's a quick list of things from my first read:

Thots and Prayers posted:

I'm literally packing my suitcase (Vegas, baby!) and if I don't destroy all my braincells I promise I'll be back to go over this manifesto chapter by chapter.

schmuckfeatures posted:

you can redeem yourself by singing the entire Garfentergagement Saudi Arabia poem to the tune of "O Canada" and i'll come good with the 25 canadian dollars if you beat any other goon to it

Pastry of the Year posted:

Pastry of the Year posted:

Prokhor Zakharov posted:

Who's in the suit?

Pastry of the Year posted:

The Garfield Eats App

COMPAGNIE TOMMY posted:

gently caress saudi arabia

Akratic Method posted:

Also him. Don't think too hard about it: that's entergagement, baby.

DoombatINC posted:

https://www.instagram.com/p/BdsYI9-D-0Y/