Case in point...
Today's full strip
Toby's comment: NOT SO FAMILY FRIENDLY or bad syntax or a combination of both. You decide.
It took a while to figure out that strange yellow mass is the reflection of the back of Toby's head. At first I thought it was a looming revenant spirit, or maybe the outline of a Shmoo from Li'l Abner. (For my fellow golden-angers out there.) Anyway, examining the artwork beats trying to parse Toby's torturous sentence.
I never tire of the way Moy's characters SHOUT the stilted inanities she puts in their mouths. Lovely kale and algae paintings, though.
If you look closely at Ian's neck hair, you can see it spells "I love s'mores."(or is it his neck beard- Chinbeard's neck beard?)
Is the U. of S. R. too small to have separate art history and history departments? And, should we wonder how Toby is acquainted with Harlan? Maybe she took his class on the modeling of gray clay through the ages. Or maybe he practiced yoga with her...
I had a summer job at a college once and had to take two sessions on sexual harassment and appropriate student-staff interactions. It was required that I pass them and sign a compliance statement. This isn't an issue at Santa Royale U. Chinbeard thinks it's fine for another prof. to be "friends" with a student. The faculty manual probably encourages plagiarism, too.
Awwwww, i forgot about Shmoos
I anxiously await June Brigman's take on Toby and Ian.
This friendship should be reported to Hilton Berkes.
fauxprof: I remember being in 2nd grade in 1963 when the highschool play was L'il Abner. They came to the grade school a hootin' and a hollarin' to give us a preview.As an early teen I saw Al Capp on a talk show. It was probably Merv Griffin. The handwriting was on the wall even back then. Al Capp told a story of being in London and drinking too much. He had a prosthetic leg. He said he stumbled into his room, letting his prosthetic leg fly wherever it landed as he collapsed into bed. The next morning a waiter came to take his order for breakfast in bed. As Al Capp finished the order, the waiter said something appropriate like "very good, Sir, and for the gentleman under the bed"? Well, to a budding queer that was hilarious and just a bit salacious. Thanks for the recollection.
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