grablex

A seven-panel SMBC comic set on a grassy hillside under a night sky. A blonde woman sits on the grass; a blue-haired woman approaches and asks, "Whatcha doin?" The blonde replies she's "trying to take in every detail," then delivers a lofty speech: for one moment of her life she wants to accept every aspect of reality and engrave it in her mind with perfect phenomenological exactitude, so that as she moves through the murk and distraction of daily life she can carry a single instant in which the whole universe of her experience was condensed into one immaculate crystal of recollection (this line shown over a black silhouette of her profile). In response, the blue-haired woman, holding a bottle, recites a string of nonsense words: "Gorch, brintle, grablex, flogust, crebant, stulish, preblust, trafingle, flengullic, glapton, snapton, stranker, blonk." The blonde asks what she's doing; she explains she's "generating a sequence of English-sounding pseudo-words that are nearly impossible to memorize." The blonde frowns, unimpressed. The blue-haired woman grins and points finger-guns, shouting "Booya!" The joke: she sabotages the would-be perfect, pristine memory by polluting it with unmemorizable gibberish. Votey: a panel reading "YOU'VE BEEN TRAFINGLED!" above a crude doodle of a face sticking out its tongue.