Endnotes and Digressions:
1. The Twelve Monkeys never smoke or drink, and always move in a pack, and always cut to the front of every scrum and Press-Avail and line for Continental Breakfast in the hotel lobby before Baggage Call, and whenever any of them are rotated however briefly back onto the press bus following the Straight Talk Express (a.k.a. “Bullshit 1”) they always sit together identically huffy and pigeon-toed with their attaché cases in their laps and always end up discussing incredibly esoteric books on political theory and public policy in voices that are all the exact same languid honk.
2. As you might already have gathered, I dislike the 12M intensely, for all the above reasons, plus the fact that they’re tighter than a duck’s butt when it comes to sharing even very basic general-knowledge political information that might help somebody write a slightly better comic, plus the issue of two separate occasions at late-night hotel check-ins when one or more 12Ms just out of nowhere turned and handed me their suitcases to carry, as if I were a bellboy or gofer instead of a hardworking journalist just like them even if I didn’t have a portable Paul Stuart steamer for my blazer.
3. Colors for this installment by Chad Essley.
4. Adapted (liberally) from "Up, Simba!" by and © David Foster Wallace.
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