Today’s xkcd was written directly for me. Go read it now then come back.
Okay, so it wasn’t, but it sure feels like it. In the presense of my wife I often told to others the story of how I cried when Littlefoot’s parents died. In fact, I’m pretty sure I brought it up again during a car ride recently. I burst out laughing when I saw this earlier today.
This strip is from Questionable Content Click the tiny version here to see a really long strip in which Dora finally listens to her cat.
So, holy crap this has been in the making for a long time. I had doubts for awhile, what with Dora being all supportive of everyone while being schemeing on the side and generally looking like she wasn’t going to make a move on him… again.
People are probably expecting Faye to flip out over Dora’s behavior. In the past, when Marten went on a date with Dora faye was totally anxious and not happy about the situation, assured that Marten and Dora were gonig to get horizontal. I doubt things will be much different this time; Faye clearly has feelings for Marten even though she isn’t ready to act.
The real question is how is Marten going to react? I’m on the fence about it. Personally I’m pulling for the extra drama angle where him and Dora get together. Next week: Hilarity ensues?
Also: For those that haven’t read QC, I probably made it sound like a drama-fest; it isn’t. Well, okay so it is a drama-fest, but it’s also a hilarious drama-fest. I laugh at an average of 2.3 panels per strip. It’s high-density hilarity at its finest.
I draw a comic at http://www.baldninja.com
I’d like it if you visited and clicked the vote buttons a lot as well as read it.
It’s not child-safe.
Stupid bee holders’ eyes, keeping all the humor. My comic today contains some very important advice. And one of the most favoritest lines of mine ever that I have written.
Amy doesn’t understand the humor content level of taking a relatively simple premise (grandchildren being children with all the fun and none of the inconveniences we had grown to love, or at least get used to) and then taking that presence, hitting it with a fast-moving positron or nuetron or some other tiny, fast-moving partical, like the particle of a cow, and mutating it into a completely ludicrous proposal. That proposal is that children are like taxes. How are they like taxes? They aren’t, but my mutation got them to be. Pretty soon our children will be walking around saying, “Hello, my name is W4, pleestameecha!” Well not our children, strictly speaking; they don’t exist yet.
But it’s okay, because I don’t understand her love of Punky Brewster. I suppose it averages out in the end. We could then find the essential supremum of the set of our differences and learn which activities exploded our understanding. It’ll be a grand ol’ party! Fiesta, that is.
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