How many other high fashion muckity mucks can tell stories about the time they put a bioweapon zombie into Eleanor Roosevelt’s old Milgrim and received a kiss as payment?
In our own world, a bunch of people have been given Nobel Prizes, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t still a rare and prestigious accomplishment to be awarded one.
She needs to know this stuff. Gotta study in case she ever has to fight them. Remember her distraction/sweep the leg signature move? She needs to know how to distract anyone. Especially dead presidents.
I thought of the whole leg sweep idea too. But unless he was upright giving a speech, a successful leg sweep against FDR would be pretty damn hard. And who would she point out as a distraction? Alf Landon, his 1936 opponent? Heinrich Himmler? Fear itself?
At the Roosevelt Library and Museum in Hyde Park, New York, they used to have one of Eleanor’s outfits on exhibit. But when I went again sometime later, it was gone…and they said it fell apart when they had it cleaned.
(Actually I was more impressed at the time by Eleanor’s wallet, in the same case…particularly the charge card for Luckey Platt. If you’re not from that area you won’t know it.)
It takes very special work to preserve old clothing. There was a Kickstarter to preserve Neil Armstrong’s Apollo 11 Moon Suit a few years ago as it was deteriorating and for whatever reason Smithsonian didn’t have the bucks for it. It was among the many Kickstarters that I’ve backed (and Skin Horse and Narbonic are also among the many).
He seems to be taking UNITY in stride, but I’m not sure if that’s indicative of him being used to the weird and mad things of the world, or if he is simply seeing her as a normal human being instead of a stitched together mass of corpses?
I mean, just because he’s a weirdo fashionista of the highest order doesn’t mean he isn’t still reality blind. The world of fashion may be weird, but it’s not quite mad science levels weird. It seems quite possible that he could just be interpreting UNITY as a particularly “out there” artsy-fartsy type, and he may not even know what Tip actually does for a living.
Madness can cover far more territory than just science… OK, Helen filed Mell as a “mad social scientist”, but even before that she was still clearly in the same general category as the other Mads. Consider also Remy, who’s obviously not a scientist, but likewise fits in with the crowd.
For that matter, we don’t know all that much about those mannequins.
Um, no. Mell is sane, which has been a plot point once or twice. There’s a difference between being Mad (people afflicted with Hypercognitive Dementia, also known as Walton’s Disorder, also known popularly as Mad Genius DSMIV numeric code 29533), being insane and just not being reality-censored.
Um, no. Mell is sane, which has been a plot point once or twice. There’s a difference between being Mad (people afflicted with Hypercognitive Dementia, also known as Walton’s Disorder, also known popularly as Mad Genius DSMIV numeric code 29533), being insane and just not being reality-censored.
That proves nothing, though. He could be seeing her as just as a particularly interesting fashion challenge, not as a literal flesh golem. Have you seen half the stuff fashionistas do with makeup?
It’s like if a bunch of sentient soupcans went up to Andy Warhol and asked him to paint their portraits. Is he doing it because he recognizes them for what they are and is just happy to oblige and make art? Or is he actually unaware they’re alive and just thinks he’s hit upon a brilliant bit of inspiration. “The cans ‘spoke’ to me, and I just had to paint them.”
That’s just it. Are strung out druggies reality blind, and just hallucinating? Or are they somehow briefly slipping over the line into the mad world?
I’d be really interested to see if this fringe area ever gets explored in the canon. After all, in pretty much every religion, you can find some example of drug usage as a means of peering into another world and allowing the mind to perceive that which it can’t normally.
And if drugs really are a means of removing reality blindness, what happens when a mad take them? Do they go temporarily sane and reality blind themselves?
Eleanor and Franklin were fifth cousins. And there’s the Daisy Suckley issue, too. (“Hyde Park on Hudson”—I loved that movie from the moment I saw the Fitchett Bros. milk bottles.)
Is this some subspecies of necrophilia I’ve never heard about?
It’s probably purely for bragging rights.
How many other high fashion muckity mucks can tell stories about the time they put a bioweapon zombie into Eleanor Roosevelt’s old Milgrim and received a kiss as payment?
This is the Narboniverse. I would not bet against more than one.
Be that as it may, it’s still an exclusive club.
In our own world, a bunch of people have been given Nobel Prizes, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t still a rare and prestigious accomplishment to be awarded one.
I have to admit, I admire Shaenon and Jeff’s sartorial choices.
How does Unity know so much about dead presidents anyway?
Who knows where she gets her body parts, eh?
She gets her body parts from Remy.
Ach! You’re right! Shame on me for forgetting, especially in light of the last storyline.
She needs to know this stuff. Gotta study in case she ever has to fight them. Remember her distraction/sweep the leg signature move? She needs to know how to distract anyone. Especially dead presidents.
I thought of the whole leg sweep idea too. But unless he was upright giving a speech, a successful leg sweep against FDR would be pretty damn hard. And who would she point out as a distraction? Alf Landon, his 1936 opponent? Heinrich Himmler? Fear itself?
“Look, an attractive cousin!” and then BAM, wheel sweep.
Nice one.
I don’t know, I still like “Look! Fear itself!”
I want this dude to be a good dude.
Good luck with that.
The kiss was just okay, but the opportunity cost was too good to pass up.
“Pucker up and pretend you’re a Roosevelt cousin” has to be the best punchline in a long time, at least for me.
Last week: “He demands his pound of flesh”. Heh.
Whoa. Panel 4. Light-skinned Unity is kissing her dark-skinned self. It’s like one of those weird optical illusions.
At the Roosevelt Library and Museum in Hyde Park, New York, they used to have one of Eleanor’s outfits on exhibit. But when I went again sometime later, it was gone…and they said it fell apart when they had it cleaned.
(Actually I was more impressed at the time by Eleanor’s wallet, in the same case…particularly the charge card for Luckey Platt. If you’re not from that area you won’t know it.)
It takes very special work to preserve old clothing. There was a Kickstarter to preserve Neil Armstrong’s Apollo 11 Moon Suit a few years ago as it was deteriorating and for whatever reason Smithsonian didn’t have the bucks for it. It was among the many Kickstarters that I’ve backed (and Skin Horse and Narbonic are also among the many).
This is the 2nd time in a week that SH has genuinely made me LOL.
Dressed for ADVENTURE (and possibly time travel)!
Question – is Tremontino reality blind?
He seems to be taking UNITY in stride, but I’m not sure if that’s indicative of him being used to the weird and mad things of the world, or if he is simply seeing her as a normal human being instead of a stitched together mass of corpses?
I mean, just because he’s a weirdo fashionista of the highest order doesn’t mean he isn’t still reality blind. The world of fashion may be weird, but it’s not quite mad science levels weird. It seems quite possible that he could just be interpreting UNITY as a particularly “out there” artsy-fartsy type, and he may not even know what Tip actually does for a living.
Madness can cover far more territory than just science… OK, Helen filed Mell as a “mad social scientist”, but even before that she was still clearly in the same general category as the other Mads. Consider also Remy, who’s obviously not a scientist, but likewise fits in with the crowd.
For that matter, we don’t know all that much about those mannequins.
Um, no. Mell is sane, which has been a plot point once or twice. There’s a difference between being Mad (people afflicted with Hypercognitive Dementia, also known as Walton’s Disorder, also known popularly as Mad Genius DSMIV numeric code 29533), being insane and just not being reality-censored.
Um, no. Mell is sane, which has been a plot point once or twice. There’s a difference between being Mad (people afflicted with Hypercognitive Dementia, also known as Walton’s Disorder, also known popularly as Mad Genius DSMIV numeric code 29533), being insane and just not being reality-censored.
Nah, he acknowledged her 2-tone face, and just looked at it as a challenge.
That proves nothing, though. He could be seeing her as just as a particularly interesting fashion challenge, not as a literal flesh golem. Have you seen half the stuff fashionistas do with makeup?
It’s like if a bunch of sentient soupcans went up to Andy Warhol and asked him to paint their portraits. Is he doing it because he recognizes them for what they are and is just happy to oblige and make art? Or is he actually unaware they’re alive and just thinks he’s hit upon a brilliant bit of inspiration. “The cans ‘spoke’ to me, and I just had to paint them.”
Andy Warhol was so into creative pharmaceutical use he probably thought the soupcans DID come up to request their portraits.
That’s just it. Are strung out druggies reality blind, and just hallucinating? Or are they somehow briefly slipping over the line into the mad world?
I’d be really interested to see if this fringe area ever gets explored in the canon. After all, in pretty much every religion, you can find some example of drug usage as a means of peering into another world and allowing the mind to perceive that which it can’t normally.
And if drugs really are a means of removing reality blindness, what happens when a mad take them? Do they go temporarily sane and reality blind themselves?
Wait, the Roosevelt’s were cousin-kissers?
Eleanor and Franklin were fifth cousins. And there’s the Daisy Suckley issue, too. (“Hyde Park on Hudson”—I loved that movie from the moment I saw the Fitchett Bros. milk bottles.)
Is it really a good idea to give her fine clothing? You know she’s just going to get her all over it. She probably stains.