2014-11-16
Original: 2014-11-16 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A woman points at a large, blocky concrete building.
Woman: You're the guy who designed this building?
Man (bald, with a goatee): That's me.
Panel 2:
Woman: Tell me -- why does it look like a giant heartless cube of concrete?
Man: Ah, yes. It symbolizes disaffection and anomie in modern life. Life is brutal, and so is my art.
Panel 3:
Woman: Sure. But, like, I have to actually work here. Every day. Every day for like 30 years. You probably work in a nice coffee shop or something.
Panel 4:
Man: I have a cottage in the country.
Woman: So, when you say life is brutal...
Panel 5:
Man: I meant statistically. Like, not my life in particular.
Panel 6:
Woman: I wish I had a cottage in the country.
Man: Well, you should become an architect.
Votey:
The architect's face, sneering with an unhinged expression.
Man: Take THAT, architectural trends of the 1970s!
A woman points at a large, blocky concrete building.
Woman: You're the guy who designed this building?
Man (bald, with a goatee): That's me.
Panel 2:
Woman: Tell me -- why does it look like a giant heartless cube of concrete?
Man: Ah, yes. It symbolizes disaffection and anomie in modern life. Life is brutal, and so is my art.
Panel 3:
Woman: Sure. But, like, I have to actually work here. Every day. Every day for like 30 years. You probably work in a nice coffee shop or something.
Panel 4:
Man: I have a cottage in the country.
Woman: So, when you say life is brutal...
Panel 5:
Man: I meant statistically. Like, not my life in particular.
Panel 6:
Woman: I wish I had a cottage in the country.
Man: Well, you should become an architect.
Votey:
The architect's face, sneering with an unhinged expression.
Man: Take THAT, architectural trends of the 1970s!
Alt text
A six-panel SMBC comic. A woman confronts a bald, goateed architect in front of his building -- a large, featureless concrete cube. She asks why he designed the guy/building, and he confirms it's his. She asks why it looks like a giant heartless cube of concrete; he explains it symbolizes the disaffection and anomie of modern life -- 'Life is brutal, and so is my art.' She counters that she actually has to work in it every day for 30 years, while he probably works in a nice coffee shop. He casually replies that he has a cottage in the country. When she points out that contradicts 'life is brutal,' he clarifies he meant it 'statistically, not my life in particular.' She wistfully says she wishes she had a cottage in the country; he tells her she should become an architect. Votey: an extreme close-up of the architect's face contorted in a manic, unhinged sneer, shouting 'Take THAT, architectural trends of the 1970s!'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.