2013-07-06
Original: 2013-07-06 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Title caption (yellow banner): THE FIRST VICTIM OF TECHNOLOGICAL ACCELERATION WAS STANDUP COMEDY
Panel 1:
A standup comedian (a man with dark curly hair in a blue shirt) stands at a microphone on a stage with red curtains behind him, pointing out toward the audience.
Comedian: "When I was a kid, you ask a girl out and then actually TALK to her. Nowadays, time is stored in a one-dimensional pseudocloud within which the notion of causality is meaningless. Am I right? The fellas know what I'm talking about."
Votey:
Caption (handwritten, top): "WE KNOW EVERYTHING."
Below it, a row of blank-looking faces (the audience) stares forward with flat, dead expressions.
Panel 1:
A standup comedian (a man with dark curly hair in a blue shirt) stands at a microphone on a stage with red curtains behind him, pointing out toward the audience.
Comedian: "When I was a kid, you ask a girl out and then actually TALK to her. Nowadays, time is stored in a one-dimensional pseudocloud within which the notion of causality is meaningless. Am I right? The fellas know what I'm talking about."
Votey:
Caption (handwritten, top): "WE KNOW EVERYTHING."
Below it, a row of blank-looking faces (the audience) stares forward with flat, dead expressions.
Alt text
A single-panel SMBC comic with a yellow title caption reading 'The first victim of technological acceleration was standup comedy.' A standup comedian with dark curly hair in a blue shirt stands at a microphone in front of red stage curtains, pointing at the audience as he tells a 'when I was a kid' joke that derails into incomprehensible techno-jargon: nowadays time is stored in a one-dimensional pseudocloud where causality is meaningless. He caps it with the classic hack-comedian line, 'Am I right? The fellas know what I'm talking about,' the humor coming from delivering total nonsense as if it were a relatable bit. The votey aftercomic shows a row of blank, dead-eyed audience faces under the handwritten caption 'We know everything.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.