Monday October 03rd 2005, 7:22 pm
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She’s looking at her fingernails in panel two, not giving me the Talk to The Hand thing. I’m not sure if that was clear.
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Saturday October 01st 2005, 1:54 pm
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If you’re already “British or whatever,” you can always get a big hat and belt buckle and talk Texan instead. They totally won’t see that coming in… where you’re at.
Wednesday September 28th 2005, 10:47 pm
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Sorry the comic’s up a little late tonight.
I’d also like to mention, for the record, that this isn’t really a “political” comic. I know it’ll get interpreted that way, and that’s cool with me, but it’s not intended that way. I’ve been told that people have seen subtle political meanings in my comics before, and I find that very strange. I assure you there are no such metaphors in my comics, but hey, take this stuff in as you will.
Another thing: yes, this is kind of a spin-off of this comic.
Monday September 26th 2005, 6:04 pm
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For those of you familiar with the Columbus area, the aforementioned events took place at the High Five, not the Outland Goth Bar and Grill.
Saturday September 24th 2005, 3:41 pm
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I love working in a place where stuff like this happens. Most retail managers answer theft with a call to the police. Mine chases the thief down and beats him with a length of chain.
I recently found out that, out of the seven employees at the gas station where I work, I’m the only one who hasn’t been there for two years or more, and I’m starting to see why. The pay isn’t great, and it can be boring at times, but there’s an element of adventure to it that I can see being addictive. The place is located within a cluster of bars near the campus of Ohio State (a VERY large college) and it’s staffed entirely by what I would call a group of rather unusual people. That formula seems to make for a good dose of weird experiences at the workplace.