So about a year ago I was reading the Sunday paper for the first time in like, three years, and as per usual I quickly moved directly to the comics.
I read through some dull and mercilessly awful stuff, but I trekked on the to the bottom to find my favorite strip since I was a wee lad, Garfield. Garfield would never let me down. He was America's fat cat, the lasagna lover, Monday hater, overweight super star cat. How could Garfield ever be bad? I made my way down the page to the bottom and soaked in that orange feline taste.
And it was bland and horrible and I hated it.
I never looked back on it, and have honestly not read a Garfield strip since. But something struck me. Garfield was loving 34 years old. How in the forget?
Thus this comic was born, aka, how I suspected the daily Garfield strip was doing since I last read it:
That was August of last year. Somehow I stumbled upon my own comic just recently, and it hit me: this is a pretty decent idea for a parody strip about the state of syndicated comics these days. Who better to bring us laughs at his own expense once more than the great Garfield? Before you (or Jim Davis and his, I'm assuming, cat based lawyers) come down on me for originality, I simply say: this is fan-fiction.
So I present to you a (hopefully) series to come, Garfield's Dead:
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Suggestions for future strips and ideas are of course welcome, and before you say anything, yes the art style is very rushed, it's both sort of a stylistic choice as well as a time saver. Thank you, move along.
