Information Overload

Of all the fun and odd things I used to do at the newspaper, my little non-illustrated comic strip, Information Overload, was the oddest and funest.

It was a tiny square box that ran in the Arkansas Weekend section along with some other home grown comics. When it first appeared, I had people outside the newsroom tell me they thought it was an ad. Laura Brown, bless her heart, was a big fan. She was on the copy desk and would always cheer when I brought one around to be edited -- usually right at deadline.

Anyway, I would, every once in a while, hear compliments about Info Overload. The biggest compliment ever was when I was buying something at a liquor store -- sadly, I don't even remember which one -- and saw one of my strips taped up next to the cash register.

I am going to start reprinting my old Information Overloads. This one is not even one of my favorites -- and it's dated. I have to start somewhere and it was right here by the computer. So.

Information Overload

What is love?

Love is an ice cream headache and the queasiness of watching too many Jerry Springer shows all combined into a big, nauseating wad of emotional freakiness.
Love is a big fortune cookie with the single word “Sucker!” as the fortune and the cookie is all stale but you eat it anyway.
Love is a large-print Book for Dummies that you try to read night after night but you don't understand it.
Love is that Star Trek episode that you keep seeing on TV that you know is really stupid but the only other thing on is that annoying Nanny show so you order a pizza and watch it anyway.
Love is a big billboard that makes you angry and is an affront to everything you stand for but you have to pass it by it each and every day and they never change it.
Love is a strange humor column that some guy wrote at the last minute.
Love is weird, baby, it's weird.