These are good days, my friends, to be a fan of web comics, not necessarily the most highbrow art in the world, but reasonably close. The history of the fair web comic dates back to September 24, 1993, when Doctor Fun, a one panel gag strip with an unapologetic resemblance to The Far Side, began publishing exclusively on the World Wide Web. More than a decade later, Doctor Fun is still kicking, several dozens of creators have turned their web comics into careers, and the Internet has swollen to contain inestimable billions upon billions of discrete websites. Thousands of these are currently publishing web comics (www.thewebcomiclist.com tracks over 3000; it’s decidedly incomplete). So how is the charming but innocent reader like yourself supposed to navigate the chaff and get to the goods? Short of investing days of your time, there are sites like Komikwerks.
If you’re at all like me, you consider selling your body to be a last resort. Turns out plenty of people have turned to selling their bodies gleefully and legally—and in some cases, for big money. Chalk up this latest trend to the Internet, that boundless information superhighway, made famous for enabling everything from instant messaging to sending dog poop to people you hate. Now the web has made it possible to offer up your body as advertising space, an opportunity some people have taken to outrageous extremes.
They come in flavors like Kauai Kolada, Twista Lime, Mocha Taboo, and Midnight Berry. A new kind of bubblegum, or candy, or the latest coffee concoction at Starbucks, right?
Wrong.
These four flavors—along with others like Winter MochaMint and Caribbean Chill—are the names of cigarette flavors created by tobacco giants R.J. Reynolds and Brown & Williamson.
Andrew: So, Will, this is it.
Will: Yeah, man, we have reached the bittersweet end of the second season.
A: Unbelievable, huh?
W: Yeah, like Marissa shooting Trey in the back!
A: That was a crazy fight scene. It was much more violent than I was expecting to see at 8 p.m. We’ll have to ponder the following while we watch every stinking rerun during the “summer season,” as FOX calls it: is Trey really dead? Who will be blamed for shooting him? Will Marissa be somebody’s “lady friend” in the big-house? Hey wait a sec, Will. I’ve got an idea…
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