This blog post is inspired by The Night Window, by Thomas Newman. Play it as you read! Why not eh.
(Fun fact, lasagne is plural/general, lasagna is singular/specific, apparently. Aaaanyway …)
Karen. Is. Lasagne.
We all know this, right? Lasagne are made with onions (which make you cry) amongst the deep layers, then the layers are built up to cover the meaty stuff. Over and over again, meaty, tasty, crying things hidden below bland, tough layers of generic pasta. Again and again and again. Layers upon layers, each burying the last, and right at the bottom, one very well hidden, very fucked-up onion cry-thing.
Cool huh? Karen is lasagne. And so are we, sometimes. Particularly if you subscribe to a toxic masculinity kinda culture. Expect lasagne.
So … what would it take for Karen to not be lasagne? Ah, now that’s an interesting story.
Current comics series plan: do OHB #7 (which is #6 part 2), then complete the series at OHB #8 – that’s the final chapter of that series I’m afraid. But don’t be afraid! We’re then beautifully hooked up and ready to STEAM along with Lithium #8 and #9 and #10 and … who knows where it’ll lead, eh? Hopefully out of lasagne.
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One day.
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We will all be free.
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From lasagne.
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