Lately, as I start to care more about the messages conveyed by the stories I consume, I’ve been thinking about my childhood. Specifically, my childhood spent staring at the TV set, drawing in front of the TV set, reading in front of the TV set (yes, really), and doing homework or studying in front of the TV set. It makes me wonder, is all.

I feel like I should have a grand conclusion to this comic, but… not all wondering leads to a thesis statement, y’know?

I should do a strip to pair with this about all the things TV did for me that were awesome. I’ll see if I can make that happen.