I went to see the Andy Warhol exhibition today at the Ashmolean. I did try to keep an open mind, but I’m afraid to say the whole anti-art ethos of it completely underwhelmed me. I couldn’t detect even a glimmer of life in anything – just tedious celebrity culture and flat mass-production. The emperor has no clothes, and we can see his arse.
After quite a hiatus, I found a real, pukka, Invisibules comic inside my head. Just like the olden days!
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Purists might put the pause between the two tees, viz. glot-tal, but I imagine that’s why that Invisibulean still needs to practise. I can only report what I observe.
Well, what do you know — another trip to Invisibulia. I’m experimenting with a new method of production, I hope it works for you.
I’ve noticed that the merest mention of a banana in a comedy-safe situation is enough to provoke tears of almost hysterical laughter in any reader, owing to this fruit’s extreme comic potential index (CPI) of 10.0. Socks also score a perfect 10.0, but tennis racquets are only about 3.6 and electric sanding discs rate 0.4. Data supplied by the Invisibulian Institute of Statistical Information (who rate themselves at 0.0 CPI ± 0.2).
Now you have a chance to get a glimpse some of the intense planning that goes into the production of these apparently simple comics. The strategy team monitor and analyse the entire internet daily, to come to a decision on what category of joke to use in a given issue, and pass their recommendations to the humour team whose job it is to come up with the actual jokes. The strategists subsist in the sub-basement, and have to send all their results up to the light and space of Eagle’s Tower where the humourists give life to comic ideas. It’s quite a lot of stairs, and there are many categories for the results, so we employ a team of runners to deliver them. Today, rather make a comic, I decided to show you what these reports look like. It’s very simple to just trip up a random runner on his climb and catch his sealed missive as he falls down into the spiral — I hastily add that we have a heap of straw at the bottom to prevent too many injuries as this is a common sport amongst bored humourists. Anyway, it probably turned out for the best as a quick check around the humour team indicates that none of us has a clue how to make a graph funny.
I apologise humbly for the extreme, some would say entire, lack of puns in today’s comic. Especially to you, grj. And yes, this one is autobiographical.
Dear Reader, this joke is so wrong in so many ways and on so many levels that it is one of my favourites of all Invisibule comics so far. There, I have a twisted sense of humour, and I don’t care who knows it. I’ve often wondered if the problem of choosing a material to make jars for vanishing cream is analogous to the problem of choosing containers for super-glue.
