A Science Lesson From Kip:

Little known fact. Mexico is only place to exist on every planet in very universe in all megaverses. That is why Mexicans are also called aliens.

This Has Been A Science Lesson From Kip

So what did PDR learn in school this week? Well, mostly he has learned how popular scarves are with the ladies these days. Scarfgirls everyplace.

Also, I’ve actually spoken to other students and their attitudes make me sad. “The only thing that matters is that I pass this assignment,” they say. They are concerned about their marks more than they are the material. That’s the exact thing I hate about the way the school system works, isn’t it? What a country.

Anyway, I guess I’m getting the hang of writing essays. It’s all about pretending, really. I may not have anything to say about this article I’m reviewing, but if I pretend I do, I guess that’s good enough. After all, all that matters is that I hand it in and get my grades.

Take my Gilgamesh essay: When I read the Epic of Gilgamesh a few years back I saw Gil’s failure to acheive his dream of immortality as a kind of unhappy ending. Sure, he wised up and accepted it, but in the end he died, so that was that. But during the course of this class I’ve been introduced to another interpretation, that through his suffering, Gilgamesh did manage to acheive a kind of immortality in the form of being remembered through story. Neat, said PDR. But y’know what, I find my original interpretation easier to write about, so I’m now actively arguing against the thing I found so neat. Why? Because what I think doesn’t matter. The marks are what matter, so I guess I’ll go with the essay I can probably do better. An essay I already considered meaningless because other people have discussed the topic better than I could is now also not representative of my actual thoughts on the subject. That’s school writing for ya!

Some time ago I posted a rambling spiel about how I basically knew that of all my fingers I had cut the left ring finger the least because I had once lost it and it had to grow back. But then Manglefinger happened this summer, so now my right middle finger has been going cut-less for a few months and is only just now getting back to groomable length. So now I don’t know which finger has been cut least often. One of the few things I can be sure of in this world has gone away.

Haiku!

Golden fog rolls in.
The old people can see it there.
They talk about it.

Y’know those vehicles from cartoons that are basically big drills that you ride in and go through the ground? Like Shredder had. I think Cobra had some too. Those things are probably pretty good at first, but eventually you’re going to end up with tunnels going to all the places you need to go and the drill is just going to sit in the garage. Think twice before buying one.

Well. Where to begin? This Tuesday’s Secret Government Robots comic was thrown together about two hours before the (admittedly arbitrary) four in the morning deadline. The result was one of the most half-assed comics to date. That isn’t even new art, people. I cut those poses from old pages.

Now I couldn’t have that become the norm. I had to find a way to build up the buffer I once had that has been eaten up by schooling. Well. It occurred to me that I might be able to do a static image (drawing is always the most time-consuming part of this nonsense for me) and just have some characters talking. Maybe over a phone! Brilliant! I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sort of thing before.

Anyway, today’s comic is going up late (though, again, the deadline is meaningless and only I would notice) but it will be followed by five more pages that I intend to finish tonight, thus giving me a few weeks in which I can get schooling stuff done, but also hopefully do a better job of future comics.

Phone Guys:

And I’ll throw in a comedy joke I wrote last week when Kiiip needed a comedy joke about boobs:

Why did the boob cross the road?
It was a “chicken” breast.