Goes to a real person, sugar -- not some ol' queue.
The funny pages, the way they were meant to be read — one long scroll, coffee going cold. The golden-age strips below are the real thing: public-domain pages pulled from the archives, every one older than anybody alive who drew it. Local artists print right beside them as the desk clears their work.
Some of these jokes fly clean over the kids’ heads and land square on the grown-ups. That is the whole point of the funny pages. What you will never find here: smut. A human on the desk reads every single panel before it prints — ours and yours.
Not your flavor? Every strip carries its own TURN OFF switch — your paper, your shelf. Off is off on this device only; nobody else’s paper changes.
You make comics? Whatever flavor — single panel, strip, serial, dry, absurd, hometown, dark-ish. If it makes the desk laugh and it clears the one rule (no smut), it prints on the Sunday shelf with your name on the masthead. Send your name, the strip’s title, and a link to your work — the desk writes back for the files.