Michael Douglas, Can You Hear 56 Minutes of Blankets?
Jan18
Suggested wine pairing: Night Train.
The ending to this one was a lot snappier before I learned that a club sandwich doesn’t necessarily include bacon. Apparently, the defining trait of a club is the whole double-decker thing. That’s obviously bullshit, though. Subs—which never have a third piece of bread—are routinely called clubs because they have bacon, and everybody knows it.
Tell your friends to read Mountain Time, the comic strip by the guy who’s angry at sandwiches.
Man I never thought of that, sandwiches are already hard enough to define without that kind of wrench thrown in. “is a hotdog a sandwich, is a taco a sandwich, is a s’more a sandwich.” man don’t throw a wrench at your problems.
Anyway I know this is going to sound thirsty of me, but Polaria is cute. Good candidate for more fanart. I mean that’s definitely whom I’d want suddenly appearing in a men’s room, not some kind of yellow Poseidon.
I feel like you held back from “Pisseidon,” and that makes me sad. Admittedly, it’s a nice distraction from being angry at sandwiches.
I can faintly remember, in the late middle school/early high school years, having a heated debate with someone over whether or not an ice cream sandwich is actually, really a sandwich. Something about how it doesn’t actually involve any bread.
Polaria here is specifically concerned with Etiquette which had been trespassed against, whereas Pisseidon’s domain is the mechanics of flow, which was not being violated, thus his corrective presence was not invoked.
As for Sandwiches, there have been so many schisms in that faith it is difficult to tell the heresies from the doctrines, but the Club Sandwich’s origin story is pretty well documented to when in 1867 Nelson Club famously said “Hey, I kinda feel like a turkey sandwich, but get this, I’m gonna use a BLT as half the bun.” It’s just the sub places that have been actively in defiance of this in the mean time, if anything it’s them we should be mad at, but they have just been following their own Split-Loaf Doctrine, and the various gods involved dare not intervene one way or another for fear of holy wars that can only ultimately harm sandwich kind.
This is why you’re the master of puns and I’m merely the pastor of muns. Which is how the young people say money. Somebody’s gotta give that money inspirational lessons and remind them they’re not so great.
Apparently someone in Japan who stole a bunch of toilets was dubbed “god of toilets”. That seems vaguely relevant to this strip.
Xin (the first time): If bread is the criterion, ice cream sandwiches belong in the same echelon of sandwichness as tacos. What echelon that is, I’m powerless to say.
Reb: You make me want to add Pisseidon to the pantheon, but it’s a crowded room already. On the other hand, Nelson Club deserves a biopic.
Cold: Man, the young people these days, with their muns and brells (which is how they say “umbrellas”). Walking around with spending cash, staying dry…
Xin (the second time): Picture their house, toilets all over, but nowhere to sleep. You need a bed, toilet god.
Parks
Were i to be asked to describe this comic i would do it thusly: Mountain Time is like a madlibs puzzle, designed by two small children and an armadillo, and then filled out by a thesaurus who had a messy divorce with the abstract concept of reality.
The armadillo is into tarot.
Also, im rereading the comic, and on 755 there is an eye that briefly appears on a monitor (755 being an animated gif apparently), but the comments there dont mention it. Am I the first one to notice, or just the first one to care?
I can’t tell you that, but I’m pretty sure it’s David Hasselhoff’s eye.
Ahno, have you noticed when some of the pages had different alt-text depending upon where in the image you clicked? This comic has many secrets in it’s fathomless depths for those caught in it’s currents.
If the different alt text thing is true, I’m way better at this than I thought.