Surprise Surprise, turns out lying down on my bed two hours before I want go go to sleep without doing my comic is a bad idea! Something interesting better happen to me soon or this comic is over.
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I will fully admit right here and now, yes it was me who did it. Actually I don’t think the people surrounding me had any trouble figuring out that it was me. But honestly, when has waving your hand in front of your face actually helped disperse the smell in a situation when it wasn’t a thick acrid smoke? (not still talking about farts when I say smoke).
If you remember your biology you’ll remember that smells are in fact chemicals dissolved into the air. Or another way of thinking of it is that when you’re smelling you are in fact taking in molecules from the thing in question. This was not so famously talked about in Ang Lee’s film The Ice Storm (I say not so famously because most people never saw this film) by Elijah Wood’s character
“Because of molecules we are connected to the outside world from our bodies. Like when you smell things, because when you smell a smell it’s not really a smell, it’s a part of the object that has come off of it, molecules. So when you smell something bad, it’s like in a way you’re eating it. This is why you should not really smell things, in the same way that you don’t eat everything in the world around you because as a smell, it gets inside of you. So the next time you go into the bathroom after someone else has been there, remember what kinds of molecules you are in fact eating.”
Thankfully this one isn’t based off of real life. Basically the phrase “diarrhea of the ass” flashed through my mind one day and this comic was the result.
As per usual for comics of this nature I will make no explicit comment. Though why do I fear that I’m going to be getting a call from my mom later today saying I should eat more green vegetables and bananas? Was that too much information? That probably was wasn’t it? Oh well.
You think I’m just paranoid about using a stall in a bathroom with only two stalls? Is that what you think? Well yesterday I was vindicated! I’ll try not to be too graphic because, some people just can’t take it. Basically I went to the bathroom and made a sound that misrepresented the end result of my bathroom visit, but the person in the next stall wasn’t in any position to judge objectively (nor did I wish him to be in such a position, that would’ve been ten times worse). They did actually whistle as if to say “Holy crap dude!” and ask who it was in there. They guessed wrong, and found out it was me instead.
So yes, my paranoia has been totally justified by this experience. Part of me always thought/hoped the other person would be too embarrassed to say something, but I was proven entirely wrong.
No real reference for the name Ted, though Alec is the name of one of my freshman year roommates who was rather unhygienic. Plus his radio was set to the Spanish radio station and would always go off when he was in the shower, forcing me to turn it off. Keep in mind, he was a SUITEmate, not roommate, which means that an alarm clock two rooms over would wake me up in the morning.
I haven’t noticed any mouse activity in my kitchen lately, I just thought a conversation between mice would be kind of amusing. Some day maybe it’s going to be revealed that my character is a descendent from that guy in Greek mythology who got his ears licked so clean by bugs that he could understand the speech of animals. That, or related to Dr. Doolittle. Actually that’s never going to happen.
Don’t ask me where this one came from. All I know is that it was very late and I had been trying to think of a comic for almost an hour and this is what my brain thought up. Sometimes doing comics is like pulling teeth because nothing very interesting happened recently or I’m just drawing a blank. The process when this situatino arises is usually staring at my computer monitor with no music playing, resting my feet on my keyboard rest. Then I go flop on my bed, and then realize that it was a bad idea to flop on my bed because I’m falling asleep as soon as my head touches something soft.
I guess the moral of the story is that when my brain is fried, only poop jokes come out.
I think considering how often I cook I keep a pretty good kitchen. Sure I could sweep more often, but compared to some that I’ve seen I think I’m okay. I don’t leave food stuff on plates in the sink (never a good thing to find after not doing the dishes for a week) and I scrape crumbs into the trash. That being said my apartment has had a history of some mice here and there. Recently I discovered some mouse poops, but I have no idea how old they are. I haven’t heard any mouse related sounds in several months so they could very well be old *knock on wood*
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