Before this was a webcomic, I tried to convince Sean I saw something like this on an episode of Robot Chicken. I don’t know why I did this. Sean said, “Really? Haha, that’s stupid.” But then I made it into a comic anyway.

Also, I was torn between Law and Order: Special Mascots Unit or Law and Order: Special Fruits Unit. Could go either way, so I guess it depends on whether you’d rather hear Det. Munch make puns about “apeeling suspects” or “perps who are coo coo for cocoa murder.”

I always knew that Sarah Jessica Parker reminded me of someone: Dee Snider.
But Twisted Sister rules and Sex and the City drools. Man, I hate that show. Why did Chris Noth have to go from playing ass-kicking Detective Logan to being boytoy Big? Why?

Holy crapoly. While I was trying to find a picture of young Chris Noth, I came across one woman’s Detective Logan’s fanfic page. It contains both her first fanfic novella, and descriptions of the next two (and you know how crazy I am for fanfic). The last one is entirely devoted to her own relationship with Det. Logan, which begins when she moves to New York. She runs into the detective, gives him one of her “sexiest smiles,” and he asks her out “for dinner and a movie.” They confide in each other, and she learns about his abusive mother, undiagnosed childhood learning disability, and–wait for it–his current EATING DISORDER. Or, as she puts it, “Fed up with Briscoe…chiding him about gaining wait…and feeling unhappy and ill-at-ease with his own body, Logan unwittingly enters a terrifying world from which some never return.”

Left to right: badass, badass, badass with anorexia, badass.

Got this in the mail today. Why would anyone want to buy this? A tiny, tiny, awful baby?
“These dolls are not toys; they are fine collectibles to be enjoyed by adult collectors.”
That is somehow worse than if they were toys.