Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for October 12, 2014

Transcript:

Dad! There is no monster under my bed! Oh, sweetie that's... Wait what? The ancient Celts believed the wind was a banshee wailing the dead. The medieval Japanese believed Tenome walked through the and night and had eyes growing from his hands. I live in the Everlit world of human knowledge, where dreams are neuron firings and penumbrae are diffraction patterns and there is nothing where a rainbow seems. Right this second there is a mysterious powerful radio signal hitting Earth. Astronomers call it the space roar. What's roaring? Nobody knows. That's terrifying! G'night sweetie.