I got tired of him like that, too. The whole white man's modern angst/fight club wore very thin for me in a hurry, except that I had a mental bet with myself that the creepy guy who set the thing up would, in fact, turn out to be an alien.

I should really check out the cartoons you speak of... I adore early Charles Adams and New Yorker stuff, but this sounds a bit different, content-wise.