Suggested wine pairing: negroamaro.
THE MOUNTAIN TIME HURLY BURLY
is maybe getting a little fatalistic.
The armed forces are more like HARMED forces in this damned technorabbit apocalypse, am I right?
We’re back to Monday-Tuesday-Thursday this week, so check back tomorrow. It might be happier!
But if you’re following the trend… hey! More Mountain Time!
That’s not something I expected to see in a Mountain Time strip. Which I guess is on me.
Gotta say, I like how Mountain Time still keeps its insane surrealist humor vibe even while everyone is dying.
This epic has long grown beyond the scope of my retention. I’ve lost track of how many Mountain Time characters may yet remain, or what fates befell the fallen. Can I consult Soup of The Day Steve as to my dinner plans? Was Burkina Faso slain by the undead? Were The Quaker Oats Quaker’s powers usurped by Thomas Jefferson? Does the recurring interjecting big-nosed truck-farmer have a name. What side is The Seahorse Guardian on? Will the Earth’s legs grow back? Did any of Donna The Bears mental bears escape? Are there still any islands inhabited solely by bearers of the same name? Is this a good time to move to Antarctica? Are there any good places there to get non-windex-based cocktails and bagel-based sandwiches? Did the bottom drop out of the airship industry again? Do any snarky mailboxes yet stand in New Lancaster? Do any cowboys yet wander the astral plains. And what of Faroosh?
Circle: It’s pretty weird to me that my computer now has a folder of anime girls, but ya gotta commit to the bit, right?
Lemoncurry?: Thomas Jefferson has been dead since the 500 Happening. Radcliffe St. Kitchen (the “Farouche!” hexagon) wasn’t explicitly on fire at the end of TMTHB 32, so the jury’s out on that. I can’t recall a recurring interjecting big-nosed truck-farmer of the dome.
Aside from that, I’m not currently at liberty to say.
Deion’s look in the third-before-last panel kind of reminds me of a thing Chadtronic does on cursed commercial episodes where he freeze-frames somewhere in the middle of an old CGI scene of someone turning into something (such as a kid turning into the honeycomb cereal monster) to produce a cursed image.
Anyway, the only reason any ridiculous scientific device needs to have a button like that is that most scientists are nerds (citation needed).
I’m now picturing a movie:
A Joel McHale-type actor, wearing aviators, sleeves rolled up, drives his convertible muscle car to CERN.
Smash cut to:
He’s flicking his wrist to show his security badge to sensors. He ignores the first human to ask for his security clearance by simply holding his badge at the bottom of the tightly clenched fist at the end of his fully-extended arm.
As soon as he sees someone in a lab coat, he says, “The Higgs boson can’t have sex,”
He lowers his shades.
“because it gives mass, and is therefore a priest.”