There are so many things right about this strip. I can relate
The invisible focus group Jack mentions in his blog post totally missed that right here, in this comic, we have the entire emotional range of the human female (with regards to her mate): “Come Hither,” “Annoyed,” and, in panel 3, “Slitting Your Throat.”
There may be some others, but in my experience they’re minor and fleeting.
Don’t forget Panel 5–Molly appreciates Jack’s abstract value as a snack providing man.
What kind of a world do we live in where the price of sex comes in the form of The Notebook? Oh dear lord, I’m almost glad I’m never getting laid again.
(Not really…)
Sappy movies are really only the tip of the iceberg. Trips to the “Enrichment Center,” as Forceflow calls it, contain hidden costs far, far greater than an hour and a half of eye-rolling. Progeny, for example. Or the “sadistic choice” prefaced by the question, “Does this [article of clothing] make me look fat?”
Man, 90 min. of saccharine BS is steep price for a trip to the “enrichment center”. If I wanted to get screwed with high tolls, I’d drive through Pennsylvania again.
See my reply to Saeed, above. Also, if driving through Pennsylvania provides the same endorphin release as “Driving Miss Daisy,” then I really need to visit New England.
i guess my man is pretty lucky to be married to another gamer. i’d never do that to him. then again, some of our biggest fights are about who gets the xbox tonight…
Caligula Sunset would make a great band.
I just want to say, Jack and I went to The Notebook and left after five minutes in the theater, so this strip must be all imagination. That, and he obviously never gets laid. All fiction, folks. (I kid, we stayed and watched The Notebook)
That’s not all she kids about. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more, say no more.
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I love Rachel McAdams.
Enimor, I thought you only loved me!
I think Enimor’s got some explaining to do.
There are so many things right about this strip. I can relate
The invisible focus group Jack mentions in his blog post totally missed that right here, in this comic, we have the entire emotional range of the human female (with regards to her mate): “Come Hither,” “Annoyed,” and, in panel 3, “Slitting Your Throat.”
There may be some others, but in my experience they’re minor and fleeting.
Don’t forget Panel 5–Molly appreciates Jack’s abstract value as a snack providing man.
What kind of a world do we live in where the price of sex comes in the form of The Notebook? Oh dear lord, I’m almost glad I’m never getting laid again.
(Not really…)
Sappy movies are really only the tip of the iceberg. Trips to the “Enrichment Center,” as Forceflow calls it, contain hidden costs far, far greater than an hour and a half of eye-rolling. Progeny, for example. Or the “sadistic choice” prefaced by the question, “Does this [article of clothing] make me look fat?”
Man, 90 min. of saccharine BS is steep price for a trip to the “enrichment center”. If I wanted to get screwed with high tolls, I’d drive through Pennsylvania again.
See my reply to Saeed, above. Also, if driving through Pennsylvania provides the same endorphin release as “Driving Miss Daisy,” then I really need to visit New England.
i guess my man is pretty lucky to be married to another gamer. i’d never do that to him. then again, some of our biggest fights are about who gets the xbox tonight…
Caligula Sunset would make a great band.
I just want to say, Jack and I went to The Notebook and left after five minutes in the theater, so this strip must be all imagination. That, and he obviously never gets laid. All fiction, folks. (I kid, we stayed and watched The Notebook)
That’s not all she kids about. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more, say no more.