It seems we’re never quite sure how to portray Santa’s elves in movies. Either they’re oppressed minorities, ready to rise up and overthrow Santa at the drop of a candy cane, or they’re evil. The idea, I think, being that they’d have to be evil to subject themselves to such a life, because there must be an ulterior motive. Maybe they’re the ones making the cheap toys that break a day after you get them, forcing you to cry for a week. Stupid Gobot.
Method acting seems like a good way to get yourself killed. My art isn’t that important to me. If someone told me I needed to starve to do Professor Hobo, I’d ignore them and go to Arby’s. Sorry, but it feels like an Arby’s kind of day.
By the way, West Side Story is a very good film. I have nothing more profound than that to say.
No, we don’t hate Christmas lights. In fact, we happen to be fans of them. Still, some people appear to be in some sort of arms race when it comes to how many they can fit on their home’s facade. There’s a good lesson in moderation when it comes to the use of decoration.
Sometimes humor comes from explaining a commonly explained concept from a slightly different perspective. It always helps if there’s a smoking cat involved. But yes, people love pathos, empathy, bathos, and catharsis. One of their favorite topics.
One of my favorite revelations to bestow upon a class is the fact that teenagers before them had sex. This is a shock to most, even if they deny it. To test this, ask students if teen sex and pregnancy rates are a bigger issue today than twenty years ago, and almost all will incorrectly identify them as so.
Telling them there was pop music back then, as well, is only slightly less unsettling.
I often find myself in these types of conversations. Someone finds a small nugget of something that seems like logic, and they absolutely refuse to let go. It’s, of course, a losing proposition to argue, so they continue on their merry way perceiving it as actually logical. This is how we ended up with people in the suburbs who think they need to drive a Hummer.
On another note, this actually isn’t a bad idea for a movie. Someone dresses up as Freddy Krueger and kills people, until the real Freddy shows up. Wait, didn’t they already do that one? I’m fairly confident it was the plot to one of the Scream films.
Not much to say about this one. Hopefully it stands on its own.
I wouldn’t assume anyone would eat a pepper sandwich, but then Triscuit does make a pepper flavor. It basically tastes like a handful of pepper dumped on top of a cracker. It’s every bit as disgusting as it sounds.
I like that Billy looks like he’ll be sick long after this sandwich.
There’s always a simple solution to any problem–sweep it under the rug. If freshmen cry too much, simply dispose of them. There, problem solved. Unfortunately, this doesn’t seem to work with spilling oil.
This strip came to me while on vacation. I saw a little statue of monkeys doing the traditional “no evil” gestures, and I thought about it with our characters. Blind Professor was an obvious choice, and when I thought about speaking, Bonafide seemed to fit well. Even if he did speak evil, no one would understand it.
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