Anyway, I figured that Garfield, much like Scooby Doo, boy bands, and milk, was a relic from my childhood that I could no longer tolerate.
Then, half of the blogs I read at
Is it funny? It's better than the original at least. The reworking of the strip as the story of John Arbuckle, existential everyman, works in a weird way. However, the whole thing is strangely unsettling.
Kudos to you, garfield minus garfield author, you've managed to creep me out like a Japanese horror film.
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