uh-oh…time to summon the creepy girl for a walk down those dark stairs in the back of the boiler room…
Yep. I bet there’s more than jars of preserves down there….
not good 🙁
If it’s anything like Monica’s demons ,we’re in for a treat *cowers under magic protective blanket*
Actually it’s quite tasty served on buttered bread. 🙂
haha i like 😀
Lay down on the couch and tell Dr. Bud all about it!
What you said.
I’d rather lie down on the couch than find my corner before the bell dings to start the next round.
Would this be a job for Conscience? I’m really wondering where this is going… diggin’ where things have been taking us the last few weeks.
I’m not sure GC knows much more than Shelly. It’s more a job for an outside observer.
My earliest memory? As a three year tell my mom I “bought” a roll of rolaids. And the resulting butt thrashing I got when I got home. I’m past fifty so back then it wasn’t child abuse.
Mine is lying in my crib, so I was between 1 and 2, playing with a Mego Superman doll. It was morning because the sun was streaming through the east window. I was pulling off the S sticker on the costume and playing with it.
The earliest memory I can actually share here was trying to pull something down from a shelf and having it land on top of me. I have no idea how old I was though.
Earliest? My lightblue baby bath and ehm ahem..what I “produced”while sitting in it. Let’s just say that breaking wind sometimes has unforeseen yucky results.
The earliest memory i can date was holding the jar of paint for my Dad while he touched up the license plate the year Ohio didn’t issue new plates because of steel shortages during the Korean War…
(Plates in those days were only made to last one year, and tended to begin rusting by the end of the year.)
My earliest memory was falling up the stairs as a three year old.
Wait … falling up the stairs?
I do that all the time. 🙂 In fact, I’m more likely to fall up the stairs than down them. *shrugs* I’m special.
my earliest memory is being taught how to play Super Mario 64 by my father. I don’t remember him specifically, but i remember feeling his presence as he watched me play. I was 4 when he bought it. He was the one who got me hooked on video games, and every time I play anything Nintendo, I feel him watching over me… I swear to this day he is the only reason I can pick up anything Mario related and be amazing my first time playing. XD For example, Mario golf, on the hardest par 3, it was raining, wind was at max, there was a bet on who could get closest to the pin. My cousin who had months of play time over me, got it within 2 feet of the pin, and got up to celebrate his victory. I calmly aimed my shot off the tee, and watched as it dropped directly into the hole…my cousin refused to talk to me for the three days i was in his home, but it was utterly worth it. =P
Pulling myself up in a crib to admire a nightlight…
Crawling around in some ugly ass shag carpeting and looking up at one of my folks. I can’t recall who, as my vision was kind of blurry, but I suspect mom or dad..
I’m not sure what my earliest memory is because I have a jumble of memories from the house I lived in from age 18 mos through 4 1/2 years. I do have a vivid memory of being at a neighbor’s house (they had a trampoline) and going to the restroom. While there, I dropped the toilet paper roll, and instead of rolling it back up, I tore off all the tp that had come unrolled and tossed it in the toilet. When the flood began, I ran from their home without telling anyone that I was leaving or what I’d done.
See now these are good old fashioned first memories! And mostly that is all there is too it. I get really wary when folks scribe more to them then what just was. Still I am just being wary. My first btw was seeing my baby sitter and her boyfriend necking in our living room. About 8 months I guess as I was laing flat and looking back at them. And yes you can have memories as early as 4 months as this is when beinning memory is established, by 8 months you should be on your way. The only reason we dont remember things ths young is that they are rarely worth remembering… those two wrestling must have counted LOL.
I think my earliest first memory is having chicken pox when I was about two. I have more definite memories from when I was 4-6.
My earliest memory I was 3 in Argentia digging like a dog in the neighbor’s flower bed, because I liked to dig in the dirt and she had the only real “dirt” in town. I also remember watching “Bugs Bunny” right before “Hockey Night in Canada”, and how much I disliked Reader’s Digest condensed books because I couldn’t relate to the stories.
Y’know, now that I come to think about it, my first memory’s kind of funny, since it’s a definite memory of something that didn’t happen. I was probably a year (or so) old, lying on my back in the middle of my parents’ bed, when a horrible sensation made me look at the ceiling light fixture, which started to descend towards me. I rolled off the bed, and realized there was something in the closet…breathing. Then I woke up. My first memory is having a nighmare; go figure. But I still remember it clearly enough, even today. Funny, huh?
I distinctly recall running screaming into the house, telling my mom that the boy next door had “killed” Raggedy Andy by burying him in the sandbox…in the background the Tractor Man (farmer) next door was asking the boy what he’d done that for. Mom resurrected Andy, but I never played with him again because he was dead. I was almost two.
For ome reason, it looks like Bud is making the Scary Face as she asks about her earliest memory in the last panel – maybe it’s the wide open eyes…
Best scary face, ever.
Yeah, but kinda defused by the giggle fit afterwords.
Indeed. Now THAT is a scary face…
Can creepy girl come out to play now?
I think that it is good to get these issues out and dealt with.
True, but it must be someone you trust very much. Otherwise the universe WILL use what you say against you.
The universe will always use what you say against you.
You have the privilege (sp) to remain silent. Anything that comes out your mouth will be used against you, and you only hope it’ll only be in a court of law. The Universe does not recognize attourneys and you therefore don’t get one, regardless of cost. All judgements by the Universe are final until revoked by 300 or more years of historical misrepresentation.
On top of everything else her family made sure she carried the weight of having to maintain the heritage of her people. They made sure she kept a chip on her shoulder over past treatment of her ancestors. Basically living in that past and transferring it onto her to make that chip even heavier. It’s all very nice to know where you came from, but to pile it on your children from birth is not right. Better to let them have as free a childhood as possible and introduce them to all that when they are more mature. To me, letting your race or ancestory define you is the biggest life mistake you can make. Well, that and ever trying jalapeño raspberry sherbert.
Chipotle bannana ripple.
Ayayayay..they both sound like tonsils hissing while they quickly burn away.
Got another one: Ajam Sambal..chicken filet in a suspicious red sauce, only sniffing it makes You already tear-up. It’ll first grow hair on Your chest, and in the same breath it will singe them to ashes..
Lucky for the ladies.
😆 unless they go for hairy… Thén Ajam Sambal is a bit of a bummer..
Unless you ARE one…
Actually, I’d say that jalepeno raspberry sherbet sounds good…and chipotle banana ripple has potential too. 🙂 But then I like spicy sweet combinations.
I was given some habanero peanut brittle once. It was in my mouth for about two seconds and my tongue was on fire for two days.
Very good observation about that “piling-up”on Your kids.
I always wondered what the use was of burdening Your kids with Your hatred for things done to ancestors by someone else’s ancestors in the past.
Stuff like that leads often to blood feuds. Not a good thing.
It is much more useful to use that negative energy to fight current misdeeds towards one’s people.
If my parents had pulled that schtick, I would be totally hateful towards Germans and The French.
My family got thinned-out at the battle of the Grebbeberg in WWII, and my earlier ancestors had to flee France in the 17th century when Hugenots were persecuted.
I like George Carlan’s observation: Why bother to hate certain people as a group when there’s so many perfectly good reasons to hate people on an INDIVIDUAL basis?
Yep, EVERYBODY’S ancestors were slaughtered/abused/maligned/enslaved at some point in history. What counts is now. The rest was another generation in another world. Nice to know, but not nice to endlessly obsess over. The past gnerations had their turn at bat. The world belongs to the new generations now. Tomorrow belongs to the young. It always has.
Exactly. Somewhere i read a saying: It is dangerous to walk forwards with one’s head srewed on backwards, because You will be unable to see the stone in front of You that you are about to stumble over
Actually, my ancestors were always treated kindly by everyone. It was a horrible burden, and one we’re sworn to avenge.
I don’t see that – i think that she decided that she was going to recapture that past. I often regret that my great-grandparents and grandparents were so bent on assimilating that the only Bohemian my Dad knew was cuss words and i don’t even know that much.
Good for them. One of the great things about coming to America was the ability to start fresh, if you wanted to. The ability to drop all that baggage from the old country and make life what you wanted it to be. To be American and not burdened by where you came from. Some never did, as evidenced by the “little” places like Little China (China Town) and Little Italy, Little Havana. Today we have Little Mexicos springing up everywhere. What’s the point if you are going to become a perpetual tourist in your newly adopted country?
I don’t say that people shouldn’t fit in – but among the biggest problems this country has its insistence that (A) it’s the greatest country in the world just because it is and (B) that other cultures (and their languages) are not worth knowing anything else about because [see (A)].
I would really like to know something (more than i do, which is more than most USAians usually do) about the places and the cultures my ancestors came from.
I don’t think they’re driving at abandoning culture… the point they seem to be indicating is don’t shuffle your racial baggage onto your kids. Cultural heritage can be fun and an interesting addition to self. But inherited racism doesn’t help anyone.
Yes! The “Melting Pot” isn’t the right analogy — it’s more of a Stew. We all keep our selves and out identities, but adopt and blend with those around us as well. It’s exactly like in the story 100% American.
I’m able to choose from the best of the world’s products and the world’s cultures for my own and go with what works, no matter the source. And when somebody challenges me on that, I can honestly reply: “I”m an American — I’m from Everywhere!”
Of course, some of the people living in the “Little Chinas” or “Little Italy” didn’t have a lot of choice about living there, or facing prejudice when they went outside the neighborhood to work or do just about anything. Such experiences didn’t exactly encourage them to adapt faster to their new country either.
Leslie Charteris (creator of the Saint) had to get a special Act of Congress to allow him and his daughter to emigrate to the US and take citizenship.
His full birth name was Leslie Charles Bowyer-Yin; his father was Chinese, his mother English. That made him ineligible to become a legal resident (much less a citizen) of the US under the Chinese Exclusion Acts…
This despite the fact that he was more British than anything else, that he was a well-paid Hollywood and radio writer, yatata yatata …
But his father was Chinese.
So he was unfit to be a US resident.
Different time, different world. So what’s their excuse now?
There are some who believe that ancestral wounds are written in genetic memory, so to undo that one must really focus…
Y’know, a lot of cultural problems can be easily cured by a big bowl of stew, and a fresh piece of frybread. the rest require a second helping. Then pie.
Wow! Shelly suddenly has a mental growth-spurt.
“Aknowledging You have a problem, is the first and most important step”
It’s very boring and over-used, but it doesn’t change the truth of it.
Creepy Girl? No. I have a hunch that this is more about Bud then about Shelly.
Reminds me of the “Desktop Pythoniser” – a bit of Monty Python silliness that made a clickable link of every four-pixel (or whatever was the minimum size) area on your desktop.
That was supposed to be a reply to the post with the clickable period.
Did i imagine that post – or did it vanish as i was typing?
Haunted Computer Syndrome.
Nah, it has transmogrified into “ever.”
My answer also dissipated into thin air..weird…(theremin sound in the background)
Happened to me as well. The screen spontaneously refreshed in the middle of typing a reply and it was gone.
I typed it, so I know it was there. Maybe the keyboard gremilins help ya out once in while….
I loved the Pyhoniser! I’d leave the keyboard sounds on to tell if the other goons in my dept. were logging in to do thier surfing. If the random fart noises didn’t alert you the cries of “Steve! How do you turn this GD thing off!” would…
Their…the gremlins are back…
The Hudson Brothers Razzle Dazzle Show. .. god no wonder I’m so screwed up. XD
I’m afraid that it’s “The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show” at an early age that warped my sense of humor.
“Hey Rocky, watch me pull Tochtli out of a hat!”
Nothing up muh sleeve…PRESTO!
OOO! Don’t know my own strength…
And now, here’s something we hope you’ll really like…
Sherman, set the WABAC machine….
That’s what the calendar machine was! It’s a WABAC gone horribly awry!
Do you fellows really want to have to deal with a Scrooched Moose? or a Hardrock Rockie??
Moose und sqvirrel! MOOSE UND SQVIRREL!
One of the “Babylon 5” gags that JMS didn’t let Peter David do involved Garibaldi (a pop-culture nut – Daffy Duck poster over his bed and all) and Londo:
Londo: Really, Meester Garibaldi, I do not understand why you want me to do thees thing.
Garibaldi: I can’t explain. Just do it, okay?
L: (sighs) Oh, very well – “moose und sqvirrel”. There – are you happy?
(As PAD said – if you don’t get it immediately, you will never find it funny…)
I recently had the pleasure of working with a wonderful woman from Macedonia. She had Natasha’s exact accent. I was never tactless enought to do it, but I would have paid good money for her to say, one time, “Borrris dahling!”
Bud either better never get a boyfriend or be sure he’s taller than she is.
With the case of Madonna Syndrome she seems to be developing, it could be a case of “…all fun until someone loses an eye…”
He’ll be easy to spot.
Just look for the short guy with an eyepatch and a huge smile…
I got the point.
I consign you heck, where you shall vogue for a full hour!
Oh darn, and in Heck time goes by so slowly … so slowly … so slowly …
Didn’t we see something like this in a recent Glee episode?
Well, there was certainly a link that Google Images came up with to a Glee episode … but i didn’t look.
Recent-ish, but yes. 🙂
I’m okay with the restaraunt/bar with the distressed wallpaper and wainscotting. I’ve been to several houses converted to such establishments. But that looks like chains and loose high voltage electrical cables behind Shelly.
Behind Bud, surely.
Duh. Panel 2. Oopsie.
pickled angst might top that.
they have that already. its the pickled onion.
angst in its circular form with a tart taste 🙂
Uh, oh. Propagender time already?
Ahem. Typo alert. “Solve everthing with violence”?
Someone is going to hit you for pointing that out.
The fact that Shelly is ready to pull the biggest, hairiest rock out of her backpack and burn some energy off it says a lot for her growth. It’s going to hurt, and she’ll need a trusted guide with her… but every time she does so she will be knocking another brick out of the walls she’s built for herself. This should be most interesting.
unrelated note, there is a red pit bull in the Sutter County Animal shelter named ‘Diesel.’ I wonder – does he belong to someone here???
Woooo!! Yeah!! Grow Shelly, grow!
Groan… BS psychobabble alert… As a Psych I tend to be jaded about this crap but its Paul so who knows?
Jaded? Then Your life is quite a bit more exiting than mine.
I cannot say that I have ever witnessed counseling of an angst-frought strong girl by a creature with the power of crushing a continent and toss it in an orbit beyond Pluto, that actually has destroyed a civilization….
It’s a COMIC, it’s not “Self-help in 20 easy steps”
Just to make sure… *takes out well-used DSM-IV manual to determine if “world-devouring” has a GAF-score*
Of course, you’re correct, it’s just a comic. I’m sure many reading these comments often yell that at their monitor, with “you dolt!” (or something more colorful) appended. Just as “of course” is the fact that we, as nerds, will cheerfully ignore that and take things waaaayy too seriously, picking everything apart with our voluminous storehouse of otherwise useless triva. Poor Paul.
Nah, it’s not so much the nit-picking (guilty as charged) as it is the “Passive Aggressiveness” of the way some express their nit-picking OCD, while sneakily, in an off-handed way booing the one that takes the time to write and draw the cornucopia of non-scientifically-explainable jolly crazieness that is “Wapsi-Square” (at no extra cost to the reader to boot)
What’m I so afraid of?
I’m afraid that I’m not sure of
a love there is no cure for.
AUUGGGGGHH!! Stop me before I trivia again!!
BANG!!! Well it was a mercy killing.
Partner looks down, “You know we HAVE a Neuralizer for things like this, don’t you?”
“But this is more fun! Look he’s starting to wiggle, Oh No it’s growing back! Run Away!?
And so the men in Black were defeated yet again by the power of WAPSI Square.
You can continue this if you want to.
What’s wrong with solving problems with violence? A little strategically applied precision mayhem can be a beautiful thing.
Yes…yes it can.
A (quasi) quote from Earnest Bramah’s wonderful Kai Lung:
There are few situations in life that cannot be quickly resolved by honourable suicide, a bag of gold, or the thrusting of a despised adversary over a precipice on a dark night.
and my own current e-mail .sig file (derived from something i ran across somewhere, but my own wording):
The quantity of explosives required varies directly with the square of the size of the social problem to be resolved.
I do wish you people would put warnings in links you post if they are going to involve mass slaughter.
the fact you have to request that is quite worrying 😉
other ‘forums’ have links to cheese, webcomics, lolcats.
we have cheese, webcomics, mass slaughter, lolcats.
Sorry. I thought the agreement preface would be a good enough tip-off.
Unless one’s name is “Nudge” in that case one might be less enamoured with violence, being the subject of forementioned violence…
Late to the party here (spent a few days sick and offline), but I did want to pipe up and say that Paul, you’ve got that body language *nailed*. It’s fun to see such expressiveness in your characters.
The quote was already used a while back, but I bring it back because it’s perfectly apropos.
“Anger is always fear in drag.” –Spider Robinson.
Sorry, didn’t see your quote before posting mine!
Spider Robinson says; “Anger is ALWAYS Fear in drag!”
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