The Doomed Voyage
  • Appropriate Clothing
    November 5, 2009

    Things were so bad. Now they’re worse.

  • Jake
    November 5, 2009

    I’m going to over-analyze this and wonder aloud if the bathtub is a metaphor for the u.s. army and the storm the wars in iraq and afghanistan.

    This is clear and obvious because you are a new yorker.

  • C.
    November 5, 2009

    The words “new yorker”, man…

    Dorothy, did you ever submit anything there?

  • Dorothy
    November 5, 2009

    Yes

  • P
    November 5, 2009

    So cat actually has made the first step towards finding place where mustaches are sincere, and beards ironic! Put away the Retrospectoscope look forward not back- keep searching for the land of reverse facial topiary implication! Onwards!

  • Dartigen
    November 5, 2009

    Hindsight is more than 20/20. It’s closer to 40/40.

    Ahh, if only we had time machines and could travel backwards without consequences to correct the million dumb mistakes we’ve all made in our lives…

  • benedict
    November 5, 2009

    i like the paddling legs on the tub.

  • andipandi
    November 5, 2009

    what I like about the paddling legs, is that if they’re kicking, the boat will go to the left of the panel… but if the wind is blowing and cat is actually paddling, the boat will go towards the right of the panel…

    So he’s conflicted on direction, and going nowhere.

  • Divine Right
    November 5, 2009

    Metaphors wrapped in an enigma.

  • DoubleW
    November 5, 2009

    @Andiandi – I think cat realizes this in panel 6

  • AndyL
    November 5, 2009

    Is it over-analyze to point out that this is not the same bathtub that was featured in the previous strip?

  • Krimson
    November 5, 2009

    A Girl-less comic? How rare!

    Cat seems to be a prime candidate for Retrospectile Dysfunction. Effective treatments include 100mg doses of Satira. Or, you know, LSD.

  • Griselda F
    November 5, 2009

    Yah, so *I* dreamt that I put out to sea in my claw-footed birth tub, equipped with oar, sail, and retrospectoscope, ready for anything. The long slow rolls of the apparently windless open ocean moved up and down in a silence broken only by the feets-plashing of my doughty cast-iron vessel, and soon I was moved to whip out my trusty r’scope, scanning the darkening horizon for… anything, really. All through the night I scanned, while lightning and thunder rumbled fitfully in a darkness relieved only by sparks of artistic license. In the morning, as my r’scope slowly melted, I concluded that I really needed to pee.

  • stu
    November 5, 2009

    Is Cat doing his Bas Jan Ader impression?

  • Nny
    November 6, 2009

    it was stormy and he saw the cannibal mustachers!!!

  • Jim
    November 8, 2009

    I’ve had a mustache for most of the period since I was 16. Believe me, it’s about not wanting a rash on my upper lip, which is what I get when I shave it.

  • Fetale
    November 9, 2009

    If this strip wasn’t released on my birthday, which also happened to be the same week that I was “liberated” from my job, I’d be laughing.

    No. Wait. Still Funny.

  • Fady
    February 10, 2010

    No, not the retrospectoscope!
    All you find there are traps!

  • Bevan7
    February 23, 2010

    ADVENTURE! Reminds me of The Marvelous Misadventures Of Flapjack…

  • Lizzrd
    March 16, 2021

    I am in Cat’s boat. Interesting times are the WORST. I want a dock and a Dairy Queen so damn bad. Hold the sprinkles.

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