I Will Assume You Will Never Be Able to Retaliate
Nov09
Interested in an appetizer? Try the Cullen skink.
UPDATE
New comic Tuesday, because Frankenstein was published in 1818. Or because of any other reason than the obvious one (being that I spent the weekend trying out for the Portland Trailblazers, albeit it in a way that nobody would recognize as such).
It’s time to play “will this be a recurring character?”! I feel like the odds are low, but I wasn’t really expecting Desdemona to become a recurring character when she first appeared either. I guess it depends on how willing you are to make the obvious “back” jokes…
hmm that does explain the white picket fence cliche.. unless you live in a maximum security houseprison and you have full-on tallwood fencing without much if any picketing.
Also that is a good pun. Pretty sure I named someone Hellenbach once or something like that.
I spent a good 1½ minute trying to come up with some extremely belaboured quip playing off Helen Back’s name (“Helen… it sounds a bit like ‘hell’… and also she’s dressed like the devil, who lives (?) in hell… There’s definitely something there…”) before realising that I had been working my way towards the intended joke. I think I have to go get tested for pun blindness.
Speaking of people named Helen, I believe I have uncovered something major. Simone has two people in her life named Jane Coffee and Brian Campion. Put the two together, and you get Jane Campion, the director of the Academy Award winning motion picture The Piano. (You also get Brian Coffee, who I have so far been unable to link to this case.) Now, that film had Anna Paquin in it, whose name definitely comes up in some comic in the Mountain Time archive. But more importantly, it stars Holly Hunter, who I frequently mix up with Helen Hunt, who in turn was one of the key characters in that one storyline from way back about Helen Hunt destroying the world. How deep this rabbit hole goes I cannot say, nor whether it’s acceptable to use the phrase “rabbit hole” around people like Jane.
Brian Coffee is the guy who involuntarily invents faster-than-light travel when he stands up after ingesting thirty-eight blends of coffee in the space of thirty-eight seconds on the Tonight Show. He isn’t scheduled to be born for another eight years, I believe?
Ah, the Unstartled Giraffe saga – an apocalypse from Mountain Times long past. I also tend to suffer from joke blindness, but I find that comment sections are a fairly effective remedy (although it tends to expose the microscopic size of my joke reference pool).
For some reason I get the impression that Desdemona’s grandfather was one of the minds that went into Bag Lady.
Also, this is the perfect time to bring up my personal theory on the Unstartled Giraffe saga, which is that it was the *actual* apocalypse behind the fake techno-rabbit apocalypse future set up by the Equitorial Antarctica people for Adios Taco. Proof: Those two dudes who are both Freud show up in both. (I dare you to show this theory to someone who doesn’t read Mountain Time and ask them what it’s about.)
Whee: Guess who’s back?
Full of sin?
Helen Back
Tell a friend
Cold: I mean, I was working off the idea that when prisoners get to go outside, it’s called “yard,” but picket fences work too. After all, that show gave us this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnXOotWQgFI
NAR: Anna Paquin shows up here: http://mountaincomics.com/comic/mt834/
Or actually doesn’t, as the case may be.
I’ve also run into the Jane Campion thing, and it makes me double take every time.
Boy, Holly Hunter was in a lot of things I didn’t watch.
Nahtmmm: Apparently Brian Coffee is also a TV actor who has been in things I haven’t heard of except for Buffy: https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0682909/
Circle: The part about Desdemona’s grandfather and the Bag Lady is interesting enough that I might call it true.
The part about the Unstartled Giraffe being the actual fake future is interesting enough that I might call you mental.
Yes! I got that part. They share the name but they also share boundaries. Truly one of the great mysteries of our time. The only greater mystery is: whose yard is only 36 inches across? Obviously someone’s, since the foot was based on some guy’s foot, and the cubit was based on some guy’s cucumber…
I figured you got it, but prisons have cyclone fence and razor wire, so… eh, it’s not worth dissecting.
I’d guess the first 36″ yard belonged to the saddest dog in the world. It only had enough room to chase its tail and dream.
Also, that’s an 18″ cucumber, which would take me approximately 2 minutes to eat.
Maybe it’s 36 inches long but really, really wide.
Just big enough to play horseshoes, just small enough to step across.