Any gamer worth his Refined Deeprock Salt has probably stumbled upon Ctrl-Alt-Delete the comic at some point in their jaunty, I-don't-want-to-work-so-I'll-read-webcomics lives, and I have been checking up on this comic fairly often for the past while. It's funny once in a great while, and I kinda got hooked on it a couple years ago when a friend of mine showed me the story arc where Ethan creates his own game company. That bit with him and the tie was okay.

But recently, while reading his webcomic, I've had a bit of a twitch in the back of my alcohol-rattled skull telling me that something wasn't right. And after reading This gleaming jewel of criticism, I have the mental acutity to point out what my brain had been screaming at me the whole time.

Ctrl Alt Delete is unfunny shit with no direction and no concept of what is funny or even engaging in the least.

I'm not going to ramble verbatim from the aforementioned link, I suggest you read it yourself if you're intrigued. The point is there are a lot of good webcomics. Penny Arcade makes me laugh almost every time because it's irreverent, the art is quality and, from an outside eye, makes no fucking sense. One must be immersed in the culture to keep up. VGcats is mostly visual humor, but the visual is quirky and the jokes tend to be decent. The Jenova's Witness thing I especially liked. XKCD is one I've just recently discovered, and while it's not about gaming, it is certainly ten times nerdier than any other comic I've come across, and the jokes are so inside they've never seen the light of day.

Tim Buckley, the creator of Ctrl Alt Delete, has reached the point where he no longer cares about being interesting, funny, or clever. He's the Jim Davis of webcomics. It's the same tired jokes every time. Ethan falls down, ha ha funny. Here's some violence, laugh at it. Lucas doesn't like anyone, dur. And the recent arc with Lucas' new girlfriend who wore a fat suit to see if Lucas was really interested? The only reason ANYONE would stay with a girl like that is if they're inconsolably desperate for sex. And I should know, I'm in the same position.

Tim Buckley's ideas of Winter-een-mas and him starting a new religion around gaming is, to paraphrase from the John Solomon article I linked so far above, "An attempt to blow himself while making people watch." It's painful to look at, and you're not sure whether to laugh at the guy or feel bad for him. But I can't feel bad for the dickweed because he's apparently made a good amount of money off of merchandise sales and that nonsense animated thing he touted on about and then was suddenly silenced. Sorry dude, Scott Kurtz already did it, and did it funnier. Apparently he's picked up so much money from his merchandising that at one point he decided to take his tiny boner out of his pants and show us that, since a bunch of drones bought his crap, he managed to buy a Wacom Cintiq and can now copy and paste twice as fast.

Yeah, I'm jealous. I would kill for that Cintiq.

I know what you're thinking. Why should I bash a guy who made it in the cutthroat world of webcomics. Oh, look at old bitter Farktoid, he can't press CTRL+C and CTRL+V fast enough, he could never garner the audience Buckley has. And I'm sure a few of you are fans of his comic and might say he speaks to us and for us or some bit of bullocks. Well he doesn't. Take the time to read the last couple months of his droll. Be careful not to click on any advertising links. Just read what he has. An increasingly ridiculous plot to have sex with Bioware, some ripped off jokes from other game sites, and another of those "LOL blood" series. It ain't funny.

It's unfunny, uninteresting, tired recycled garbage, and if I see anyone wearing a shirt Buckley sells, I'm going to hit them really hard in the sternum. And that shit fucking hurts.