I plan to resign before I ever become important enough for them to want to throw me (specifically) a party at work*
the last three surprise parties we did for the upper guys were an embarrassment and I super wanted a closet of antisocialism for myself… unfortunately, that’s the file room
(the bathroom, for SOME REASON people go in there and TALK ON THE PHONE)
[to people who KNOW that the talker is IN THE BATHROOM]
*”what about a going-away party” luckily, the last folks who resigned, our office has been so disorganized that they just got to fuck off w/o any fanfare
I’ve discovered how to avoid celebrating my birthday at work. A few days before, the HR lady asks you what treat you’d like her to buy for everyone.
If you go for the obvious choice, cake, then they will drag you and everyone into the conference room at lunch and do the candles and sing the dreadful song and everything.
On the other hand if you ask for bagels or donuts, then they will put them out first thing in the morning before everyone arrives, and people just come by and help themselves throughout the day. No interrupting your workday for a gathering no one wants to attend, and no being sang at.
at my last paying job, the head manager and HR rep take everyone born that month out for a meal on a set day. For ease of accounting, if you’re on-duty that day, you clock out for lunch and get back-dated as having returned to work 30 minutes later, no matter how long the lunch runs.(Yes, there were people who end up finishing their shift at the lunch and have to roll back into work just to clock out.) My first year working there, everyone was deeply confused when I rolled up in my normal clothes instead of my work outfit, as I wasn’t scheduled that day, then ordered the ribs at a mexican joint.
… is “Sue Aside” claimed by anyone?
Cause I am seriously tempted to grab that one.
And not just because it would let me do the old Tiny Toons “no relation” joke.
There’s a whole branch of the Aside family that hasn’t been claimed yet. Just off the top of my head, there’s Reg, Herb, Phil, and Pear, and there’s plenty more.
Anyway, I’m under the impression that no one under the age of 40 gives a rats ass if they, or the person on the other end of the call, is in the bathroom.
I completely care if you are trying to talk to me while in the bathroom. I hate phones and really don’t want to hear you peeing/shitting/whatevering in the bathroom. I’d already be uncomfortable being on the phone, don’t really need to hear someone doing their business on the other end.
I wasn’t all that enamoured with that show.[has the corgies]
It was on the same level as stingray, joe90 and fireball was even lower on the list.
Now Captain Scarlet was awesome in my books at the time as was UFO and that one season of Space 1999.
[there was no second season, just like there was no Star Trek The Movie]
Plot twist: she’s an undercover agent who knows Blaine may show up and is running a sting operation to arrest him for his mob connections. As soon as he and Toedad show up, she busts out the kung fu.
Or else she’s looking for moose and squirrel.
Man, I’m showing far too much awareness of sixties pop culture tonight. I’m not that old, I swear.
Fascinating how the cheapo spy parody cartoon from 50 years ago and the mega blockbuster from 10 years ago gave an equal number of fucks about making the macguffin sound in any way real.
Agreed, the idea in Avatar was that the sassy brats who found the metal deliberately named it after the pre-existing term unobtanium because it actually had a lot of nearly impossible and valuable properties.
Engineering has been using it as a phrase for “we don’t have any material which can fulfill the requirements for tensile strength/conductivity/weight/etc at any price today, but who knows maybe will someday”.
It was, and it has. I think it was actually part of the outfit Willis used as a source, funny enough. There’s nothing but that model on the Tumblr, but IIRC he posted photos of the real jacket on Twitter around the same time.
I saw Grace mentioned, so I went back to the strip to look for the cameo of our favourite squirrel powered superhero, only to realize you were talking about someone else.
Dina plans to slowly replace more and more of the things in her dorm room with dinosaurs. Her bed is already gone, the chairs will be next, then the desks. The ceiling fan will be a spinning archaeopteryx, the light fixtures will be bulbs in the mouths of compsognathus, this will be the TV.
The last straw will be when Amber goes out as Amazi-Girl and realizes too late that she’s wearing a Barney costume.
On behalf of liberal weenie yuppie Satanic “America,” I take offense at your claim that I consume overpriced swill when my locally owned coffee shop is right there.
What?
You aren’t a mass consumer of flavoured, sugared, oiled up carbonized coffee beans that were not even fit as an industrial source of insecticide?
I thought America ran on a mix of converting fossil fuels into greenhouse gasses, exploitative labor practices, maximizing wealth disparity, and fantasies that all of those things are just fine.
Sarah, you can’t run on apathy. Haven’t you seen RWBY volume 6? Apathy kills you slowly, like mean spirited comments from Walkyverse Mike and DOA Malaya. Rage, lust, envy, hatred, craziness, gluttony, greed, and other negative emotions can fuel you somehow, but apathy is the opposite. It’s like leaving all fuel out of your car flow out, and then when a spark of spite sparks your car gets burned down and explodes.
Apathy doesn’t kill you, it leaves you undead. I should know as I’ve shrugged off electrocution, car accidents, 8 legged Ebola, being stung by a nest of ants, blood pressures that’d drop a healthier man, & death by sleep. I’m honestly more than a bit tired of it all but I can’t be bothered to try to figure out anything short of “when it’s my time, it’s my time.”
Joyce is technically correct in panel 4. Eventually I’m assuming Sarah will have to leave that room to use the bathroom or get a drink of water or something.
This. Joyce is known for happy, must be happy, must people please.
I’m feeling slightly a jerk, and kinda hope Jacob was invited and comes to the party, knowing full well Joyce will be here. And, you know, chaos ensues. (Side note, I really, deep down, hope he DOESN’T come, but it’s a comic about growing up, there’s gonna be drama.)
This doesn’t seem likely – at the time the party was planned Jacob was still together with Raidah, and I’m pretty sure no-one would have HER at Sarah’s party.
As an overly shy, gets panic attacks from too much going on person, I completely agree. I kinda get Joyce THINKS she’s helping, but she’s not, and really needs to stop doing this stuff against people’s wishes.
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I plan to resign before I ever become important enough for them to want to throw me (specifically) a party at work*
the last three surprise parties we did for the upper guys were an embarrassment and I super wanted a closet of antisocialism for myself… unfortunately, that’s the file room
(the bathroom, for SOME REASON people go in there and TALK ON THE PHONE)
[to people who KNOW that the talker is IN THE BATHROOM]
*”what about a going-away party” luckily, the last folks who resigned, our office has been so disorganized that they just got to fuck off w/o any fanfare
I’ve discovered how to avoid celebrating my birthday at work. A few days before, the HR lady asks you what treat you’d like her to buy for everyone.
If you go for the obvious choice, cake, then they will drag you and everyone into the conference room at lunch and do the candles and sing the dreadful song and everything.
On the other hand if you ask for bagels or donuts, then they will put them out first thing in the morning before everyone arrives, and people just come by and help themselves throughout the day. No interrupting your workday for a gathering no one wants to attend, and no being sang at.
I sense a market for singing doughnut candles.
at my last paying job, the head manager and HR rep take everyone born that month out for a meal on a set day. For ease of accounting, if you’re on-duty that day, you clock out for lunch and get back-dated as having returned to work 30 minutes later, no matter how long the lunch runs.(Yes, there were people who end up finishing their shift at the lunch and have to roll back into work just to clock out.) My first year working there, everyone was deeply confused when I rolled up in my normal clothes instead of my work outfit, as I wasn’t scheduled that day, then ordered the ribs at a mexican joint.
Our office is too small for that, also our HR is in a different state (NJ, we’re Delmarva)
Who is this “Jen Aside” and what has she done with Ana Chronistic?
You might as well ask, who is this Dr. Jekyll and what have they done with that nice Mr. Hyde?
I think you have the alignments reversed there. 🙂
I am wondering if the mysterious Sue Aside is lurking around somewhere.
… is “Sue Aside” claimed by anyone?
Cause I am seriously tempted to grab that one.
And not just because it would let me do the old Tiny Toons “no relation” joke.
Yes – it’s part of the Jen Aside/Ana Chronistic ensemble.
o hi
*waves*
Jen Aside. I just now got it.
There’s a whole branch of the Aside family that hasn’t been claimed yet. Just off the top of my head, there’s Reg, Herb, Phil, and Pear, and there’s plenty more.
But whatever you do, don’t invite Phil Aside and Pear Aside to the same party.
off the cuff:
Amb, Basil, Bi, Caan, Christ, Dee, Eek, Fam, Fell, Flor, Gaine, Herb, Herp, Herr, Host, Jen, Jerm, Louse, Luke, Mareet, Pére, Pest, Phil, Ratte, Reg, Scab, Sen, Set, Site, Soarer, Spurm, Sue, Tairan, Tar, Veer, Zarr
come to think of it, I DID put Pére and Phil in the same party
Really? Your file room is full of Randroids?
Sorry, sorry. I was just too amused at the thought of an anti-socialism closet, as opposed to an anti-sociability closet.
Anyway, I’m under the impression that no one under the age of 40 gives a rats ass if they, or the person on the other end of the call, is in the bathroom.
Once again I am happy to be an exception.
I completely care if you are trying to talk to me while in the bathroom. I hate phones and really don’t want to hear you peeing/shitting/whatevering in the bathroom. I’d already be uncomfortable being on the phone, don’t really need to hear someone doing their business on the other end.
I’m trying to figure out what Grace’s outfit is. She sort of looks like she’s wearing a jumpsuit over a white turtleneck? With a nametag?
Is she a 1960s spy / aviatrix / stewardess?
Thunderbirds cosplay.
She does sort of have Lady Penelope vibes, doesn’t she?
I didn’t understand until you named Lady Penelope, but Valdvin absolutely nailed it.
I watched more of that show than absolutely necessary when it was broadcast on over-the-air TV.
Young me watched that show the way that young Willis watched Transformers. I was absolutely the target audience.
I wasn’t all that enamoured with that show.[has the corgies]
It was on the same level as stingray, joe90 and fireball was even lower on the list.
Now Captain Scarlet was awesome in my books at the time as was UFO and that one season of Space 1999.
[there was no second season, just like there was no Star Trek The Movie]
I’m a bit further along; UFO et al were before my time, but I loved 1999 as a kid, had an Eagle and everything.
As did I, I have fond memories of my favourite toy, the Thunderbirds 2 toy, was a favourite possession for years.
She looks like either a Fed trying to infiltrate, or maybe a crosstime spy.
Plot twist: she’s an undercover agent who knows Blaine may show up and is running a sting operation to arrest him for his mob connections. As soon as he and Toedad show up, she busts out the kung fu.
Or else she’s looking for moose and squirrel.
Man, I’m showing far too much awareness of sixties pop culture tonight. I’m not that old, I swear.
Was it upsie-dasium or unobtanium that Boris was after, Can’t remember?
It was upsie-dasium. Unobtainium is from Avatar.
Fascinating how the cheapo spy parody cartoon from 50 years ago and the mega blockbuster from 10 years ago gave an equal number of fucks about making the macguffin sound in any way real.
I think the term “unobtainium” (alt spelling: unobtanium) predates “Avatar” by quite a bit.
It’s been in use in engineering since the 50s and in science fiction about as long.
Agreed, the idea in Avatar was that the sassy brats who found the metal deliberately named it after the pre-existing term unobtanium because it actually had a lot of nearly impossible and valuable properties.
Engineering has been using it as a phrase for “we don’t have any material which can fulfill the requirements for tensile strength/conductivity/weight/etc at any price today, but who knows maybe will someday”.
I think it’s just a yellow stripe, not a name tag.
Found the character model for it on the DoA Tumblr.
The yellow stripe was an unofficial symbol for SEMME in the Walkyverse, IIRC. It’s leaked over into the Dumbiverse a couple of times.
Yeah, Sal had it on her swimsuit when the group took off to Lake Monroe. https://www.dumbingofage.com/2011/comic/book-2/01-pajama-jeans/acumen/
It was, and it has. I think it was actually part of the outfit Willis used as a source, funny enough. There’s nothing but that model on the Tumblr, but IIRC he posted photos of the real jacket on Twitter around the same time.
Whatever it is, its damn cool!
What first came to mind was Tony Daytona from the Luann comic strip
I’m thinking race car driver.
I saw Grace mentioned, so I went back to the strip to look for the cameo of our favourite squirrel powered superhero, only to realize you were talking about someone else.
I wonder what the decor is.
Dina plans to slowly replace more and more of the things in her dorm room with dinosaurs. Her bed is already gone, the chairs will be next, then the desks. The ceiling fan will be a spinning archaeopteryx, the light fixtures will be bulbs in the mouths of compsognathus, this will be the TV.
The last straw will be when Amber goes out as Amazi-Girl and realizes too late that she’s wearing a Barney costume.
No, the light fixtures will be lambeosaurs breathing flame.
(…Just kidding!)
“It’s a living.”
ruth runs on gay now
It’s also a renewable resource like spite, but with none of the toxic emissions! The future of energy.
being gay is good for the environment
I thought America runs on Starbucks nowadays.
America runs on Dunkin’.
fruit flies run on a banana wait what
Liberal weenie yuppie satanic atheist “America” runs on Starbucks.
Real America runs on Dunkin’
On behalf of liberal weenie yuppie Satanic “America,” I take offense at your claim that I consume overpriced swill when my locally owned coffee shop is right there.
What?
You aren’t a mass consumer of flavoured, sugared, oiled up carbonized coffee beans that were not even fit as an industrial source of insecticide?
Shhh! If the Starbucks Cops get wind of me they’ll drag me in to serve out a sentence of some “venti” milkshake monstrosity.
I thought America ran on a mix of converting fossil fuels into greenhouse gasses, exploitative labor practices, maximizing wealth disparity, and fantasies that all of those things are just fine.
You forgot the arms manufacturing.
Oops, yes, how silly of me. And probably a dozen other things. All of which synthesize so perfectly with the fantasies that none of it’s a problem.
And a shitty healthcare system.
Our five weapons are…
Starburnt coffee.
We run on fahkin Dunks heah, ked!
Ah, if only there were those olde tyme Timmies instead of the abomination that it has become under the direction of 3G Capital
“Actually, I totally can.”
So where’s Mandy? I see Dorothy in the background…
Panel 2, next to Grace. Joyce is upstaging her.
(Yes, I just used upstage in a figurative sense when she is actually downstaging Mandy instead. Bite me.)
Turn in your megaphone, jodhpurs, and beret, stat. You’ll never direct in this town again!
Dorothy’s tag fell off! She needs to turn around and put it back on
Sarah, you can’t run on apathy. Haven’t you seen RWBY volume 6? Apathy kills you slowly, like mean spirited comments from Walkyverse Mike and DOA Malaya. Rage, lust, envy, hatred, craziness, gluttony, greed, and other negative emotions can fuel you somehow, but apathy is the opposite. It’s like leaving all fuel out of your car flow out, and then when a spark of spite sparks your car gets burned down and explodes.
Those were depression apathy.
This is aloof apathy.
Apathy doesn’t kill you, it leaves you undead. I should know as I’ve shrugged off electrocution, car accidents, 8 legged Ebola, being stung by a nest of ants, blood pressures that’d drop a healthier man, & death by sleep. I’m honestly more than a bit tired of it all but I can’t be bothered to try to figure out anything short of “when it’s my time, it’s my time.”
Damn, you should consider becoming a Hunter, if you’re not one already.
(Also, respect for Samurai Showdown Jubei icon!)
“You… can’t possibly care enough to stay in there all night?”
“You’re right. I’ll pop out and ignore you when nature calls a/o I get hongry.
Amurica Runn no DunDunIt’s a social faux pas to mis your misanthropes, Joyce!
Glad to see Dorothy found a kindred spirit at the party and can get some political networking in.
Dorothy, meet lamp. Lamp, meet Dorothy
My god, you’re right!
Why is Lamp not tagged?
The night is too young for paraphrasing.
What? Try 2. The night is too young for lampshading.
Whoa whoa whoa, that’s “aide”. Winners don’t know their aide’s names!
Panel one: Just the tilt of Joyce’s torso really tells the viewer how Sarah had to be dragged here.
Good, efficient showing-not-telling which gives Willis the space to have a beat panel later on.
What’s Tiffany from the Luann comics doing at this party?
Just beat me to it! The resemblance is too strong to be purely coincidental.
That’s Grace. She’s been around.
No slut-shaming!
+1 internets for you.
A+ wordplay.
Being Graceful.
Which beats being ninja-ed.
Hi, Grace! <3
I love you Sarah.
these days she runs on antidepressants, mostly
Joyce must run on babies then.
She runs towards babies.
I think that’s illegal
I thought Ruth ran on bone marrow from all those femurs.
What a waste of precious bine marrow to treat cancer.
bone*
Ruth DOES suck the marrow out of life, now.
Forgot to tag the back of Dorothy’s head in panel 3
Plot twist: that’s not Dorothy, it’s just a cardboard cutout.
Sure, America runs on Dunkin’, but Energizer keeps going and going and going.
If you’re so smart, Sarah, get past Joyce’s double negative
Joyce is technically correct in panel 4. Eventually I’m assuming Sarah will have to leave that room to use the bathroom or get a drink of water or something.
I’d offer Sarah a hug but something tells me that human contact is the last thing that she wants right now!
I wonder if she’s locked in there with Danny?
Joyce recovered from the Jacob thing really quickly, huh.
It wasn’t really anything more than a crush. Also, she’s probably the character most able to bounce back from bad events.
Or she’s putting on a happy face for her friends party.
I expect we’ll see more fallout from it.
This. Joyce is known for happy, must be happy, must people please.
I’m feeling slightly a jerk, and kinda hope Jacob was invited and comes to the party, knowing full well Joyce will be here. And, you know, chaos ensues. (Side note, I really, deep down, hope he DOESN’T come, but it’s a comic about growing up, there’s gonna be drama.)
This doesn’t seem likely – at the time the party was planned Jacob was still together with Raidah, and I’m pretty sure no-one would have HER at Sarah’s party.
Ah, I did not factor that in. Yeah, that makes tons more sense, less to worry about.
Kinda sad.
As an asocial introvert, I heavily and personally resent Joyce’s course of action here (and in several other situations).
As an overly shy, gets panic attacks from too much going on person, I completely agree. I kinda get Joyce THINKS she’s helping, but she’s not, and really needs to stop doing this stuff against people’s wishes.
Maaan…wish my family get togethers had a room I could hide in, away from everyone. I just hog a bathroom when it gets too much.
Is Crisis on Infinite Earth’s going on outside?
Where are the refreshments? The fabled American Red Cups? and most importantly WHERE IS THE DOG.
Y’all can probably tell who I’d be at this party.
Hard to believe Sarah is old enough to remember Lesley Gore.
*sigh*
Consent, Joyce. I really hope that one day, eventually, you will know its glory.
It’s funny because in IW! Sarah actually was the character whose job was to believe the exact opposite of everything Joyce believed.
Or, well, Roomies!, anyway. Walkyverse.