He is a Thark: On the thirteenth day of Newton: The End

Sunday, January 5, 2014

On the thirteenth day of Newton: The End

So, that's it, boys and girls: another winter solstice/holiday/calendrical-milestone season is behind us. For all intents and purposes, today is just Sunday. And Sunday, of course, means The Funnies:

Inasmuch as tomorrow is Monday, and the first day of winter quarter, and the focus returns to working instead of celebrating, I'll just relax with Wonder Wife today and take a deep breath before returning to what passes for normal around these parts.

See you in the funny pages!

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About the title

Once upon a time in high school, I drew a picture of Edgar Rice Burroughs's creation, Tars Tarkas of Barsoom, on a piece of looseleaf paper during class; it was certainly not as well drafted as the one in the banner above, but full of exuberant energy nonetheless. The student sitting next to me looked over at this sketch of a four-armed warrior with a quizzical expression on his face; by way of explanation, I simply wrote "He is a Thark" on the page, next to the figure, presuming that would be sufficient.