Ok, so it took them off, put them back on, and then says this would have been more efficient in an aquatic setting? Yeah, somebody’s logic circuits are shot.
Well, it’s A for Aquarium,
B for the Boots,
C for the Combat,
Now let’s go, toots!
[CHORUS:]
How could you
Ruin those new cool shoes?!
Muss my hair if you dare,
But don’t ruin a pair of shoes!
Well you can hurt my hat,
Tear my tights,
Go an’ throw a boa that barks and bites!
Kick my shins, that’ll leave a bruise …
But don’t you ruin a pair of new shoes! [repeat CHORUS]
Well, you may be chill,
Your outfit bold,
But you’re not cool, you’re just plain cold!
Gonna take you down, I don’t care how …
You ruined those shoes, it’s personal now! [repeat CHORUS]
Over the years I’ve deliberately started using the string instrument spelling because I can never recall the proper spelling of the appropriate French word.
Plus it channels a bit of “A Christmas Story” with their ‘foreign’ leg lamp and Narbonic’s callback to it (and the Biobeam 8000″).
What, like that random inexplicable Harryhausean monster that appeared for like five seconds hiding behind a chair leg (using up the film’s entire effects budget in the process, by the looks of things) and then was never shown or mentioned again?
These lucite heels have piranah.
Better watch your feet because piranah,
Will eat you.
Just watch out for the piranah,
Though they’re more suited to the Vichada,
Than a shoe.
Piranah,
Piranah,
My robot piranah,
They’re not scary when it’s dry!
That robot piranha bounces worse than Philae. Note the trajectory lines – evidence that projectiles do not follow a parabolic path in the Narbonoverse.
We’re taking these robot mannequins as the creations of one Ms. TL Jones. All well and good, but she would still have had to provide the piranhas herself. (Unless the vintage clothes store stocks them.)
However, he will use them to storm over to Tigerlily to complain about the quality of the robots he’s sending after him. If you’re going to threaten a therapist of his style and experience, do it properly! Sheesh!
I had a dream about this comic last night. I was busting the gang (sans Nick) out of… er… somewhere vague, but we had to keep stopping and grocery stores (or rather “grocery bars”, which are like grocery stores in buffet format) for some reason and then driving around in a circle until whichever member was in there at the moment got finished.Then everyone was finally back together in the getaway car but Sweetheart fell asleep at the wheel (no, I don’t know why she was the driver. Even in the dream-logic world it didn’t work) I yelled at Tip to take the wheel but it turned out somebody was using magic to make everyone not care enough to do anything. Then we went over a cliff, crashed into the water and died.
Then everything turned into Star Trek and we were visiting a tiny island floating in space that claimed to be the United States. Turns out it was an alternate universe United States that became so xenophobic that they put the entire country on rockets and sent it to space to get away from everyone else. And then they became more xenophobic and started hacking off bits of the country to get away from them until nothing was left except roughly one city block worth of beech and four members of the President’s cabinet. So we decided to fight them, but it turned out that they had an Enterprise too, (with an unlimited supply if ICBMs for some reason), because those politicians were the alternate future us. But then they run out of ICBMs somehow, and ask us if we have any we could spare.
Then I was a reporter on a luxury airship that I’d hacked to force it to fly an inch away from the surface of the ocean in order to get an interview with a reclusive ecoterrorist (yeah, I’m not sure how that works either). I briefly toy with the idea of making it crash into the water and kill everyone on board including myself, but then I remember that I promised I’d come back home when my tour of duty ended (apparently the Press Corps. is somewhat more literal in this world) so I don’t
Funny you should mention that. I’m actually working on something like that. Not that dream, mind, but a whole bunch of others all stuck together into something resembling the dream-logic version of a coherent plot.
Funny, the only time I’ve had a dream about a webcomic (at least, a dream that I can remember), it was basically backstory for that comic. It misplaced at least two, arguably three things, plot-wise, but it still kind of made sense within that comic’s universe.
On the other hand, your dream is like my average dream, only funnier. And it makes more sense than an average dream of mine, too.
You know, when I saw the first two panels I thought the plan was “Tip, here are some killer new shoes for you to wear. However, they have deadly robot piranhas inside them. Can you resist the urge to wear them and get your feet bitten off?”
Slightly nonplussed to watch the ‘bot kick the piranhas out instead.
nar nar nar nar
Congrats, you just moved the silliness benchmark again.
That’s one of my favorite Skin House quotes!
Never get in between Tip and Fashion!
Ok, so it took them off, put them back on, and then says this would have been more efficient in an aquatic setting? Yeah, somebody’s logic circuits are shot.
I’m sorry. Did you just use “logic” in the context of madtech?
I think logic went bye-bye when Chillbot first contemplated wearing platform shoes in an aquatic environment.
remember those logic circuits were made by a mad woman
(TUNE: “Blue Suede Shoes”, Elvis Presley)
Well, it’s A for Aquarium,
B for the Boots,
C for the Combat,
Now let’s go, toots!
[CHORUS:]
How could you
Ruin those new cool shoes?!
Muss my hair if you dare,
But don’t ruin a pair of shoes!
Well you can hurt my hat,
Tear my tights,
Go an’ throw a boa that barks and bites!
Kick my shins, that’ll leave a bruise …
But don’t you ruin a pair of new shoes!
[repeat CHORUS]
Well, you may be chill,
Your outfit bold,
But you’re not cool, you’re just plain cold!
Gonna take you down, I don’t care how …
You ruined those shoes, it’s personal now!
[repeat CHORUS]
Less than 15 minutes awake – read the comic – thought Blue Suede Shoes, scrolled down and viola.
I am constantly amazed by your Filkiness. It is definitely a superpower.
Who’s Viola? (And thanks for the compliment.)
Over the years I’ve deliberately started using the string instrument spelling because I can never recall the proper spelling of the appropriate French word.
Plus it channels a bit of “A Christmas Story” with their ‘foreign’ leg lamp and Narbonic’s callback to it (and the Biobeam 8000″).
Character in Twelfth Night, disguised herself as Cesario. ^_^
She’d get along with Tip, I think.
“Blue Suede Shoes” is by Carl Perkins.
As hero quips go, ‘You ruined a pair of shoes. Now it’s personal.’ actually isn’t bad.
The devil-bot wears piranha Prada
I was hoping they’d turn out to be land pirranah. Ah well.
What, like that random inexplicable Harryhausean monster that appeared for like five seconds hiding behind a chair leg (using up the film’s entire effects budget in the process, by the looks of things) and then was never shown or mentioned again?
Land piranha? Silly rabbit. Everyone knows it’s the Land SHARK you have to look out for.
“Candy-Gram!”
Shaenon, to Jeffrey: This is the 54th weirdest thing you’ve ever had me draw!
Tune: Tomorrow
These lucite heels have piranah.
Better watch your feet because piranah,
Will eat you.
Just watch out for the piranah,
Though they’re more suited to the Vichada,
Than a shoe.
Piranah,
Piranah,
My robot piranah,
They’re not scary when it’s dry!
…Aand I consistently misspelled “piranha” even though it’s written in the cartoon and previous comments. Well done, me!
Still a nice filk 😀
Well done, Daibhid (spelling notwithstanding).
(The fish themselves are not with standing, either.)
That robot piranha bounces worse than Philae. Note the trajectory lines – evidence that projectiles do not follow a parabolic path in the Narbonoverse.
Are you neglecting the potential aerodynamic effects of the thrashing fish’s body and fins as it is rudely removed from its aquatic environment?
Also the Warner effect where launched objects drop when they should arc?
We’re taking these robot mannequins as the creations of one Ms. TL Jones. All well and good, but she would still have had to provide the piranhas herself. (Unless the vintage clothes store stocks them.)
The robots will not defeat Tip.
However, he will use them to storm over to Tigerlily to complain about the quality of the robots he’s sending after him. If you’re going to threaten a therapist of his style and experience, do it properly! Sheesh!
She’s sending after him. I meant to write “she’s sending after him”. (We really do need a preview function.)
Well, they’re autons. You can’t expect too much from them.
He’s not a therapist.
The only way those fish could be cuter would be if they were chibis.
If this is the best Tigerlily can come up with right now, she _definitely_ needs her Mojo retuned.
I had a dream about this comic last night. I was busting the gang (sans Nick) out of… er… somewhere vague, but we had to keep stopping and grocery stores (or rather “grocery bars”, which are like grocery stores in buffet format) for some reason and then driving around in a circle until whichever member was in there at the moment got finished.Then everyone was finally back together in the getaway car but Sweetheart fell asleep at the wheel (no, I don’t know why she was the driver. Even in the dream-logic world it didn’t work) I yelled at Tip to take the wheel but it turned out somebody was using magic to make everyone not care enough to do anything. Then we went over a cliff, crashed into the water and died.
Then everything turned into Star Trek and we were visiting a tiny island floating in space that claimed to be the United States. Turns out it was an alternate universe United States that became so xenophobic that they put the entire country on rockets and sent it to space to get away from everyone else. And then they became more xenophobic and started hacking off bits of the country to get away from them until nothing was left except roughly one city block worth of beech and four members of the President’s cabinet. So we decided to fight them, but it turned out that they had an Enterprise too, (with an unlimited supply if ICBMs for some reason), because those politicians were the alternate future us. But then they run out of ICBMs somehow, and ask us if we have any we could spare.
Then I was a reporter on a luxury airship that I’d hacked to force it to fly an inch away from the surface of the ocean in order to get an interview with a reclusive ecoterrorist (yeah, I’m not sure how that works either). I briefly toy with the idea of making it crash into the water and kill everyone on board including myself, but then I remember that I promised I’d come back home when my tour of duty ended (apparently the Press Corps. is somewhat more literal in this world) so I don’t
Dreams are weird.
Make a screenplay out of this – it would make more sense than some T.V. shows I’ve seen.
Funny you should mention that. I’m actually working on something like that. Not that dream, mind, but a whole bunch of others all stuck together into something resembling the dream-logic version of a coherent plot.
Funny, the only time I’ve had a dream about a webcomic (at least, a dream that I can remember), it was basically backstory for that comic. It misplaced at least two, arguably three things, plot-wise, but it still kind of made sense within that comic’s universe.
On the other hand, your dream is like my average dream, only funnier. And it makes more sense than an average dream of mine, too.
The xenophobic rocket microamerica just made my day as far as political satire goes, I hope you realize this. 🙂
And now I’m looking for my DS and Meteos cart…..
How’d the shoes get from being held in the hands for display in panel two to on the feet in panel three?
You know, when I saw the first two panels I thought the plan was “Tip, here are some killer new shoes for you to wear. However, they have deadly robot piranhas inside them. Can you resist the urge to wear them and get your feet bitten off?”
Slightly nonplussed to watch the ‘bot kick the piranhas out instead.
Short story “Cruel Shoes”, by Steve Martin. Worth the read!
I really like how those fish came out, especially in the last panel. Bravo, Shaenon, bravo.
Hey, at least as robot pirahna, they’re unlikely to asphyxiate in the air.