CUPS started as a cute little comic about a few people playing ping pong. Then it turned into a semi-serious, semi-silly strip about the lives of thirtysomethings. But now it’s turning into a drug romp, apparently? Eventually it will become a very intentional satirical statement on American politics, and eventually it’ll be a handbook on manners and etiquette. By the time the strip wraps up in the late 2040’s it’ll be a fully customizable topographic hologram map of downtown Minneapolis.
I had this experience a couple of years ago when I went to visit my sister in Richmond and saw the Arctic Monkeys. Truth be told, I was on a college campus, so it’s understandable that I (30 at the time) was a major age outlier in the crowd, but it was really jarring. I remember realizing fairly quickly that I was a solid 10+ years older than everyone, and so from then on it was just a blitz towards drunkenness to forget that fact. I don’t mean to brag, but… Mission accomplished.
Instead of beer pong or cornhole during tailgating festivities, Blood Pineapple fans like to play ‘stab the dude and then hide him in the woods so that local authorities can’t find him, at least not until the end of the Blood Pineapple concert’. It’s probably not going to catch on with non-Blood Pineapple fans, but they like that sort of thing just fine, thank you very much.
Lester’s made a habit of weirding Sarge out in the car.
Trash Salad was really awesome back in the day. Their first album, Destructification, was, for lack of a better word, a masterpiece. Their followup, Skin Pockets, while not nearly as on-point, was still a steady and totally fine followup. But once they introduced Sexual Peeling everything went off the rails. Their lead guitarist Rexxx started dating Khloe Kardashian, there was the whole public urination scandal… They really got away from their roots. Some may say they’ve sold out. I wouldn’t say that, because I wouldn’t want to infer creative laziness on someone I don’t even know, but… It’s pretty clear that they’re not the same band, unfortunately.
For future reference: When you’re going to go to a metal concert while your pregnant wife stays at home and catches up on some work all night, just go ahead and leave a note on the counter. It’s not worth the fear of God that it will instill of you for the rest of your days.
