It’s official now: I hate Weiner’s kids. Not his real kids, if he has any, but the ones he writes into his comics.

Question, though: how does one detect boredom with such cold analytic accuracy?

These are, as I might have pointed out before (I have, btw) the ultimate culmination of the “Little Professor” style of writing kids that’s apparently been popularized by Schulz and Watterson, and then bastardized by the likes of Weiner who don’t quite get how to write kids that talk like adults but still act like kids. And are funny.

If my only frame of reference about how children are were SMBC comics, I’m pretty sure I’d start sterilizing people high and low before they litter the Earth with more insufferable socially dysfunctional know-it-alls. Believe me, extinction is worth it!