Was recently put on to Simon Rich’s work (ex-SNL and ex-Pixar). Haven’t had this much fun reading a modern writer in a long time. If you’re unfamiliar, The New Yorker is a good place to start :
“We are both strangers to this world,” Death Skull intoned. “Maligned, misunderstood. We make our own paths, live by our own rules, refuse to compromise for anyone. Yes, in many ways, we are the same.” Ultra Man squinted at him. “I don’t know, man,” he said. “That’s a pretty big stretch. Like, I know we both wear capes, or whatever. But I stand for good, and you stand for evil. That’s about as different as it gets.” “Hmm,” Death Skull murmured. “Hmm.” “I told you it was pointless,” Death Skull said to his wife, Jackie. “It’s impossible to make friends after forty.”