Comic for March 24, 2009: NEWW: Etiquette And Protocol
Apologies for the filler! At least it’s more pleasant than damp underwear fresh from a broken dryer. No one likes that action.
So yeah, remember how Greg briefly mentioned our lack of barhopping experience in his sea of text enthralling recollective saga? Even in the face of daunting new challenges, I did finally figure out how to reach the bar’s fabled “inside,” where the having of fine times commenced.
Walking around Main Street, this also occurred to me: the fashionable colors for late winter are generally black and grey, and my coat is ridiculously red.
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Red is fashionable as long as it’s buffalo plaid.
I love the increasingly irritated expression on the blue guy’s face, especially in the fifth panel.
The increasingly angry expression on the doorman’s face reminds me of a Windsor McCay strip, Dreams of a Rarebit Fiend (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreams_of_a_Rarebit_Fiend). Except McCay’s strips usually turned into a full-blown nightmare for his protagonist.
“Sea of text”? Man, I was just trying to spice it up with some humor!
Like that Digithalia joke? “Muse of Algorithms, Computing, Free and Open Source Software, and Pinochle”? That’s freaking gold, man!
That’s crossed out! I crossed it out!
Yeah, I still have the stamps on my hand from the Toasted Owl! God, that ink doesn’t come of, no matter how many times I obsessively scrub it!
“Out, damned spot! Out, I say!”