I think we can assume that Steven has a really close, positive, and happy relationship with his parents.
Why does that seem so weird?
I mean, it IS weird. Isn’t it?
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Things have become Mal-adjusted here in the Neighborhood.
If he’s moving in, they owe Mal a welcome basket or something. Y’know, filled with fruit, cookies, a little card telling about popular restaurants and hangouts in the area, a hand grenade with the pin tied to the bottom of the basket and painted to look like a toy…
No. not that last one. Probably.
So, we got Bob house-sitting for Hubris in one house, then next door is Lowell, and just next door to him is Mal’s brother and Mal!
Cozy, right?
Very nice.
What could go wrong?
I thought you folks might like to see this months calendar art.
I’m out of them now, but the calendars went out to the Patreon supporters who cough up so much money a month that they have to give over their mailing addresses. I think it’s, like, five bucks or something.
Next thing they’re supposed to get is the Con Cards game I’ve been wrestling with for however many years. I thought I had the dang things DONE a while back, but deadlines did what deadlines do, and I’m only just now digging out from under.
So the last day of the 2nd Annual OutdoorFest is drawing to a close.
Lives have been changed. Moods have been improved. Crazy &%^$ is in the works!
So… some of you miiiiiight recall why the first panel of today’s cartoon looks the way it does. Good for you. Sharp eyes.
For everyone else, well, you’ll see. Or you can start with the first cartoon in the archives and just read until you figure it out.
Well, those guys from the Parks and Rec department are just awesome, aren’t they?
Leave it to Bob to turn something that’s designed to get you either thrilled or depressed (glitter falling over a party or glitter to be swept up) and turn it instead into something that’s designed to bring you peace.
I imagine that there are people who enjoy discovering what cheap time slots Peter has his commercials in, just so they can be horrified at them.
There was a car repair place here years ago who ran their ads at, like, 4:30 a.m. They were great. They guy was all dressed up in a very fine suit, standing in front of a green screen talking as fast as he could so he could tell you as much as possible in 30 seconds. Behind him were flashing scenes of cars in various states of disrepair. What made the commercials funny is, in rapid-fire delivery, the guy said, “We specialize in foreign cars, we specialize in American cars, we specialize in body work, we specialize in painting,…” and on and on… They specialized in everything they did. By the end of it, even people who let language just flow over them with no thought woke up enough to go “Hang on, dude. Maybe go look up the word “specialize””
Think of Peter Enis Wang doing that kind of commercial, along with wildly misinterpreting what his inventory might be, and you’ve got it.
Dang. Now I’ve gotta make sure we see his commercials here.
I don’t think they let you go into Brazilian Steakhouses without shoes or shirts. Definitely not without pants.
David walked into that one.
I mean, without meaning to.
‘Cause he had no idea it was there.
It happens.
