Further adventures in processed food in this, the fourth and much delayed strip of the second Comic Konga! Click on the image to see the full strip.

The drawing is all over the place in this. I'm just a bit out of it this week, I suppose, running around doing real life stuff. One more left; have the script, should draw it asap.

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Modern Indians have never heard of slow food.

In the great 20th century drive for ever more urgent instant gratification, India developed demands of food and its providers that would stump even the cleverest American fast food giant. We want any dish off a menu of 200 items, and we want it here within five minutes. An Indian waiter will very reluctantly inform you that a special dish will take fifteen minutes to arrive, with good reason: most people will both complain about the time as they place the order, and then precisely five minutes later they’ll yell at the waiter for their food being ‘late’.

We also want it to taste like it was slowly cooked over a coal fire for two hours, and we will not settle for anything less. The second most common outburst from the Indian restaurant patron is that the plate of baingan bharta that has just arrived does not -- horror of horrors! -- taste exactly like the baingan bharta he’s had in every restaurant across the country for the past forty years.

Ah, my childhood. A place filled with paper airplanes, paper airplanes, paper airplanes....

If it's 12 pm, it must be time for the talk shows.

I've decided to stop wearing my glasses so often. The other day I took them off and noticed that even half an hour later things were a bit more out of focus than they should be; I can only surmise that wearing my glasses too often has caused some kind of diminished unassisted vision, and I'll be damned if this continues.