Darby Conley is one of the funniest mainstream comic artists around. Get Fuzzy is, to my twisted mind at least, HI-freakin’-larious.
I hope I’m not stepping on any toes, but I have to share this. I reproduce here, under the cover of Fair Use, the author’s introduction to the latest collection of Get Fuzzy comics, “Bucky Katt’s Big Book of Fun”. If I hear from the lawyers, or even Darby himself (I’ve sent him email so we can be on a first-name basis (not that he’s ever returned the favor, but, hey, I can be big about that)), I will remove this post, or edit it down, or something to make it less likely that I can be sued about it.
I must confess that when I invented the characters for what was to become the comic strip “get fuzzy,” I had never owned a cat.
I never really spent too much time with them, either, as I grew up in Tennessee, smack-dab in the middle of America’s hound belt. The cats in Knoxville in the ’70s and ’80s were few, far between, and deep in hiding.
I thought the idea of psychotic cats, scratched-up furniture, and gooey hairballs was funny.
But now I have a cat.
And I have furniture that’s been destroyed.
And I have a cabinet full of enzyme-based cleaning products.
And I have some of those flesh wounds which seemed so comical on other people.
And I’ve come to the conclusion that, well… cats aren’t funny. I understand that now. So as you read this book, please remember that it was written out of ignorance, and I am sorry.
Sorry and ignorant.
But mostly just sorry, ’cause, you know… I got the cat now.
If this serves as your introduction to the humor of Darby Conley, then I hope you find it as funny as I do. I’m just trying to get someone else as embarrassed as I was when I read this and laughed out loud in the store.
You can find more stuff I think is funny under the Humor section of my Links page.