Laid out before you, in a state of perpetual infantile regression, is a collection of inconsequential nothings which are affected at best, mundane in the main and tedious more often than not. Tarry over this clap-trap only if you are a true lover of self punishment. Some contentious souls might argue that reading the comic archive is not quite as bad as stabbing yourself in the head with a brick, but then again both are inadvisable.