Wolfmen In The Closet: Fact or Fiction?

A. Quinton — Aug. 5th 2008

If you’re at all interested in video games, web comics, or things that are awesome, you’ll be familiar with Penny Arcade!, the ongoing adventures of two lovable, video game-obsessed misanthropes named Gabe and Tycho. Against all probability, Gabe and Tycho are fathers, and one of their recent comics addresses the tough decisions parents sometimes need to make in preparing their kids for the unknown. Specifically, the furred, fanged, closet-lurking unknown. This isn’t the first time werewolves have been referenced in Penny Arcade!, either– back in June, Tycho got caught up with some reading, and in February of 2007, there was some discussion about the myriad versions of Windows Vista out there. For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t run Vista even if there was a Wolfman Edition.

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    Alas, my computer came with Vista, so I had no opportunity to see how it could have actually been the Antichrist. In fact, the mere layout of Word 2007 made Jon Talbain himself snarl with fury, breaking his stoic Bushido resolve. When I asked him to open a new document, he couldn’t make heads or tails of the damn thing and exclaimed “What manner of madness is THIS?!” I explained to him that everything is new and modern and convenient now, and that he had to click the circley Windows symbol to open a new doc. He complied begrudgingly, but reached the limit of his patience when he had to spend 20 minutes searching for the bullets and numbering option, which Bill Gates cleverly hid amid bells, whistles, candy, popcorn, 3D-rendered glowing things that are convenient, and unicorns. Jon then muttered something about the fact that not even Musashi’s legendary blade of Edo would be able to cut through such complications of foolishness. After growling something about being dark and conflicted, he sprang off into the dark forest to live apart from teh hoomans and their technology and products. Thing is, that lycanthropic hypocrite has Henry David Thoreau bringing him Burger King every other day.

    Also, I occasionally can’t help but share in Tycho’s taste in literature…just don’t tell that to the spotted object of my complete and utter fascination: