Oh, sure, it all starts out innocent enough... but then something INTERESTING happens and before you know it, substitute professor Harlan Jones is stretched out on a yoga mat in a green sweat suit imagining he's Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel and converts to Catholicism.
No, Wanders, Harlan doesn't want to do that. It's hard enough if you've been in it since birth. Besides, he sounds like a flighty type. In a few days it will be pottery or parkour.
ReplyDeleteIt takes admirable physical dexterity to swing a vintage briefcase in your hand while keeping a vintage book tucked under your arm. No wonder Dawn is more impressed by Harlan Jones than she was by Hiking Club James.
ReplyDeleteDawn can borrow Mary's concrete yoga mat she stole from Pax resort.
ReplyDeleteYoga is brutal.
ReplyDeleteWow - only a few comments today - we're bored already.
ReplyDeleteTo your point, Anonymous, I'm not sure I'm bored so much as simply perplexed at where this is going and why the author is taking us there. Dawn Weston stories always make for the most snarkworthy strips while at the same time being unsettling if taken on their own terms and depictions.
ReplyDeleteI would be mighty suspicious of a college professor inviting a student to join him or her for yoga. Not appropriate. Boundaries, people! BTW, I think Harlan looks like Clark Gable dressed for a St. Patrick's Day party.
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