2009-09-10
Original: 2009-09-10 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A man in white underwear stands at the foot of a bed, holding a single yellow flower out toward a woman who is sitting up in bed reading a book. The woman wears glasses and a blue nightgown; the bed has a blue blanket.
Man: I'M SORRY. IT'S BEEN EIGHTEEN MONTHS. MY AMBIVALENCE HAS DOUBLED AGAIN.
Caption (below panel): Another marriage falls prey to the Moore's Law of sex.
Votey:
A hand-drawn line graph on a white square. The curve rises exponentially, climbing steeply toward a vertical dashed line at the right edge. A label beneath reads: THE SINGULARITY.
A man in white underwear stands at the foot of a bed, holding a single yellow flower out toward a woman who is sitting up in bed reading a book. The woman wears glasses and a blue nightgown; the bed has a blue blanket.
Man: I'M SORRY. IT'S BEEN EIGHTEEN MONTHS. MY AMBIVALENCE HAS DOUBLED AGAIN.
Caption (below panel): Another marriage falls prey to the Moore's Law of sex.
Votey:
A hand-drawn line graph on a white square. The curve rises exponentially, climbing steeply toward a vertical dashed line at the right edge. A label beneath reads: THE SINGULARITY.
Alt text
A man in white underwear stands at the foot of a bed holding out a single yellow flower to a woman sitting up in bed reading a book, wearing glasses and a blue nightgown. He says, "I'm sorry. It's been eighteen months. My ambivalence has doubled again." A caption below reads: "Another marriage falls prey to the Moore's Law of sex" — a joke comparing his diminishing romantic interest, doubling every eighteen months, to Moore's Law for computing power. Votey: a hand-drawn exponential curve rising sharply toward a vertical dashed line, labeled "THE SINGULARITY," implying his ambivalence will soon become infinite.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.