I was actually sitting at the UA theater waiting for a friend when this guy and kid sat down looking at some kid’s books they had got at the Strand. I just thought it was so odd that he had to preface the books by saying it might be weird because there aren’t modern things like flat screen TVs. Did adults tell this to me when I was a kid reading books? I don’t remember.
I went to see Wall•E this past weekend and absolutely loved it. It was so ridiculously cute, beautiful to look at and utterly endearing. I downloaded a wallpaper from the main site with my favorite robot from the movie in it. If you haven’t seen it yet GO SEE IT!
Anyway, Wall•E’s only friend on Earth is a little bouncy roach. When I got home later I was combing my hair when I thought I felt something touch my hand, I turned around and realized it was a roach flying around in my bathroom. Not much later I made short work of it. My girlfriend said sort of half seriously “Awwwww, you killed Wall•E’s friend!” Thus this comic was born.
There’s still one somewhere around my pantry. Hopefully the exterminator is coming soon, usually in my building he comes once a month during the Summer.
I’ve heard my share of screaming babies but not only was this loudest baby scream I’ve ever heard, it was happening DURING super loud subway track screeching. I don’t know what it is about the C train as opposed to other trains, but it’s so freaking loud. Yet this baby easily overpowered the volume of the tracks.
I was on the train and there was a little girl saying the train stops along with her mom. I’m guessing the kid had already memorized the train stations on that particular line. But yes, by “saying” I mean “screaming” in that way only kids can get away with in public places.
It’s the sad reality of subway stations that if there is a reasonably concealed area or a small corner someone has probably peed or pooped in it. I was basically the kid in this comic and my girlfriend was the one who gets credit for the keen observation. The other thing she told me was about the I-beams in subway stations. Most of them at the bottom slant outward from the inside, but apparently at Union Square there are some which don’t, which makes them targets for urinating and pooping in. Yep.
I realized shortly after drawing this that there’s no one in their right mind who will probably figure out where I’m coming from with this one. Basically have you ever been wearing headphones during the Winter and static electricity travels up your headphones and shocking your ears? I hate that. Since the character doesn’t wear clothes I had to think of another way for him to get a static electricity shock.
This is something I heard once when I was in a bar. Of course like most bar conversation starters it’s related to sex. I just happen to like peeling labels so naturally if my beer bottle gets condensation I’m going to peel that label. The idea behind this stupid claim I guess is just that people who are peeling labels are doing it out of some sort of nervous frustration that they gave which obviously has to be related to sex. Sorry, but I was peeling labels before I knew where babies came from.
Top 5 favorite labels to peel that I can think of off the top of my head:
1. Wordsworth book labels on glossy books (I think this bookstore in Boston is gone now sadly)
2. That snotty glue stuff in magazine inserts (technically not a label but same idea)
3. Protective plastic on remote controls and new electronics.
4. Plastic security labels on the old boxy Warner Bros. DVDs, I don’t think they have this kind anymore.
5. Plastic labels on bathroom products (these can be hit or miss though)
It’s not often, but sometimes I get stuck in a subway car with a gazillion screaming kids. It’s actually not that terrible, but it’s just something I don’t see often so when I get down to a subway turnstile and I see what looks like two full classes of 6th graders I just have that reaction in the second panel.
I’m a huge nerd which means my standard attire is T-shirt and jeans, but I do have a few fashion related comments. This was the sign I saw at an American Apparel store, it had in big letters BFF and the above sale price for those who want to be dressed like mindless fashion drones. For those who aren’t aware, BFF stands for “Best Friends Forever.” A variation is BFFL which is “Best Friends For Life.” Basically it’s a stupid acronym high school girls write on each others’ yearbooks even though they’ll probably never see each other again. Actually that’s not true, the types of people who would use this term are the kind of people who only stay in touch with their high school friends and move back to their hometown usually.
Anyway, “popular fashion” seems to embrace a model in which the nail that sticks up gets hammered. The result of which is when you walk down Broadway it’s not uncommon to see packs of girls who all look exactly the same. Their skin and hair color could be different but there’s really nothing else distinctive about them. Either of them is capable of replacing the other.
It wouldn’t surprise me if that it turns out the fashion industry had long ago perfected android technology and some of these girls were simply living mannequins programmed to walk up and down populated streets all the while bantering about a select number of topics programmed into their conversation algorithms.
Again, huge nerd.
This is all made up, there was no father video game shopping with their son and/or daughter. I was just imagining what I would be like if I had children and was out video game shopping. I imagine I’d still keep up with game reviews on various websites so as to have a general idea of what are the good games.
I wonder how a kid would respond if they almost never got to pick the games they thought they wanted, instead were given other games they didn’t necessarily want but turned out to be really good games. Would that make them a smarter buyer, or would it just make them want the other games that much more?
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