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2003-02-23

Rediscoveries are something of a mixed bag depending on how long it’s gone since it was “forgotten” or how you saw things the first time around. At times, the old premise that you can never go back holds on to you and will not let go no matter how much you shake and crawl around on the floor. I can, for instance never really go back to reading some newsgroups. The old cabal withered away and left, some remained but it was never the same. New people had of course taken their place, but it was a trade down for me. It wasn’t worth it.

Other times, there is a warm mirth inside. It is just like before. Everything just clicks and it is af if nothing really happened, that the time without it was just a bad dream with horrible and evil maimed children in. Goats is like that. Unlike other online comics — I won’t mention Sluggy Freelance — it never went stale. (Right now, Jon The Half-a-genius is in the middle of a Twix-story, something that can get tedious for non-fans.) Just remember: no-one knows why there are babies ducttaped to the ceiling.

Philip: What’s the layer of earth between the crust and the core called?
Toothgnip: Vanilla.
Philip: I thought it was the mantle.
Toothgnip: No, that’s a baseball player.
Philip: So you’re saying that there’s a thick layer of vanilla-coated baseball players under the ground?
Toothgnip: They come out at night to do product endorsements.