It rhymes with "bubble"

Of all the things I've lost, I think I miss Fluble the most.

Fluble, for those of you who don't know, or have forgotten, was an angry and deranged froglike thing who had wacky stream-of-consciousness adventures with a girl named Clown. They lived in upstate New York and once flew to the moon on a train powered by funk music. Drawn by Brown student Chris Mastrangelo, he hung up his pen, presumably around the time of his graduation, in 2001. Sometimes, the website is up. Sometimes, it's down. It never changes.

Fluble remains to this day the only hyper-verbose comic that I considered "worth reading". Coming from a guy who gets headaches reading Derf's "The City" and who's decided that Pete Abrams' "Sluggy Freelance" invested too much real estate in font selection, that's saying something. Sluggy might be this generation's Chaucer, but for all I care I'm not spending my time reading a comic where every character gets his or her own rant in every single Sunday strip.

Fluble has been down and out for over three years now, and I still hold the hope that Chris will put up new material soon. This doesn't surprise me. I've always had problems letting go of the past.

"He waits, like all of us do, from day to day, for God to poke His pet octopus in the head, causing him to shake up the universe that sits in his mouth in snow-globe form... and it's then that the miracles of life truly happen!" — Fluble, final strip, 2001-05-15