About Going Antisane

My name is Greg. I’m 32, and I’m a fan of the comic strip Gasoline Alley. I suspect that’s not a sentence you hear every day. But I have genuine affection for the strip. I was introduced to it (and the other comics that I read) by the site Comics Curmudgeon. (I comment there under the name “gkl”) It was probably a year ago, maybe more, with a plotline that involved some old guy lost in the woods and trying to recover a baby from a bear, or something like that.

(I said I have genuine affection for it, not that it’s believable.)

Anyhow, it dropped off my radar, and I was reintroduced to it with the exploits of one of the characters having a scheme to get kids to stop noisily playing basketball next to his house by, and I kid you not, acquiring a large meteorite and hiring a helicopter pilot to drop the rock on the basketball court, thereby destroying it.

From there I was hooked on this strip that, while not good in the traditional sense, is delightful in the audacity of its badness. It’s sort of like Gwen Stefani’s “Hollaback Girl” in comic form.

Anyhow, inspired by Comics Curmudgeon and the single-comic strip blogs that have sprung up, I offer Going Antisane with Gasoline Alley, in hopes of offering first-class snark and simultaneous appreciation.

I’ll be posting about the daily strips, generally in early evening after I get home from work (but daily schedules, obviously, may vary). I’m not as big a fan of the Sunday strips, which fall outside the main plotline, so I’ll usually be taking Sundays off.

I love comments on posts. So go for it. Comments are moderated, but unless you’re being needlessly jerky or spammy, it’s not gonna be an issue.

I also read Mary Worth, Mark Trail, Gil Thorp, Pluggers, and Dilbert regularly. Mostly for the snark value, with the exception of the last one.

Enjoy!