Never did I think it would be possible to both envy and feel sorry for someone at the same time. Thank you, Ira, for providing me that distinctive experience.
I’ve watched people say “where are my glasses?” when their glasses are prominently perched on top of their head.
Meanwhile, the other day, I was frantically searching for my keys, when they were hanging from the lock in the key cabinet I was looking in. Everyone in the office had a good laugh.
Routinely, like almost every trip, I’ll be driving and suddenly realise the weight of my keys is absent from my pocket, and start panicking about where I might have left them… While driving my car, which is old enough to require the keys to remain in the ignition.
Part of my routine when I get in my truck is removing everything FROM my pockets. My wallet stays, but everything else comes out. My keys go in the ignition, my phone goes on its mount on the dashboard, and any loose change goes in the cup holder.
So I have a little panic if I glance down and don’t see my phone on the dash, until I confirm that I merely forgot to take it out of the holster on my belt, and I didn’t lose it after all.
A while ago I was at work and glanced down to realise that my computer keycard, which it had been impressed upon me I could not lose was not clipped to the lanyard around my neck.
It was in the keycard slot of the computer I was typing on when I glanced down.
My thing is taking my glasses off, then trying to push up my glasses. The result is many narrowly-avoided instances of almost poking myself in the eye.
The Three Stooges double eye poke parry (thumb vertical against your nose, fingers together, palm aligned with the body’s plane of bilateral symmetry) also works to push up your glasses. Not only won’t you poke yourself in the eye, but you are protected in case a concealed adversary seizes the moment of distraction to try to debuff your perception.
a) Slides finger up nose, encounters only air;
b) Panics a la wtf-did-I-do-with-my-glasses;
c) Realizes they’re sitting directly in front of me in the place I designated to put them in so I wouldn’t lose them.
Memories, misty-water colored memories . . . (cue musical score in the background) (cue rotten tomatoes and other minor madtech genetic experiments being thrown at the singer)
I wonder if the lightning reflects the personality of its particular mad scientist. And yes, I do want funky style lasers and mirror ball lightning to always show up when Tigerlily needs it.
I love Tigerlily’s comment in the third panel. The only question is, if I say “We’ve all got madness of a kind. What matters is how we use it.” Who should I attribute it to Shaenon, Jeff or Tigerlily?
I tend to think of the faces in the story as real people (yes, intellectually, I know they’re not). So I would say Tigerlily. Unless she borrowed it from someone else, in which case it would be none of the above.
I have been known to say things like “in the words of the great James T. Kirk…”, or “as Zaphod Beeblebrox once said…”
Heh, Ira just slipped. Remembering he had a balloon is inconsistent with his usual portrayal of his condition.
Just more fuel for the hypothesis of him being more than meets the eye (potentially Mr Green, probably not a Transformer)
It’s not really inconsistent, since his occasional flashes of lucidity are themselves inconsistent. Like when he remembered out of the blue Chris’ full name and title when he was dressed up as Captain Beyond.
He seems to technically retain his memory… He just can’t easily access it.
Never did I think it would be possible to both envy and feel sorry for someone at the same time. Thank you, Ira, for providing me that distinctive experience.
You’re back! Yippee!
This happens to me every time I set down my glasses and turn around. “Where are my glasses?!”
I’ve watched people say “where are my glasses?” when their glasses are prominently perched on top of their head.
Meanwhile, the other day, I was frantically searching for my keys, when they were hanging from the lock in the key cabinet I was looking in. Everyone in the office had a good laugh.
Routinely, like almost every trip, I’ll be driving and suddenly realise the weight of my keys is absent from my pocket, and start panicking about where I might have left them… While driving my car, which is old enough to require the keys to remain in the ignition.
Oh, and on longer trips I’ll be following the GPS on my smartphone and suddenly realise my smartphone isn’t in my pocket…
This is the problem with building a routine around putting things in your pockets.
Part of my routine when I get in my truck is removing everything FROM my pockets. My wallet stays, but everything else comes out. My keys go in the ignition, my phone goes on its mount on the dashboard, and any loose change goes in the cup holder.
So I have a little panic if I glance down and don’t see my phone on the dash, until I confirm that I merely forgot to take it out of the holster on my belt, and I didn’t lose it after all.
Several times I have panicked about losing my phone while talking to someone on said phone about how I lost the phone. We all have a little Ira in us.
A while ago I was at work and glanced down to realise that my computer keycard, which it had been impressed upon me I could not lose was not clipped to the lanyard around my neck.
It was in the keycard slot of the computer I was typing on when I glanced down.
My thing is taking my glasses off, then trying to push up my glasses. The result is many narrowly-avoided instances of almost poking myself in the eye.
The Three Stooges double eye poke parry (thumb vertical against your nose, fingers together, palm aligned with the body’s plane of bilateral symmetry) also works to push up your glasses. Not only won’t you poke yourself in the eye, but you are protected in case a concealed adversary seizes the moment of distraction to try to debuff your perception.
Oh man, I do this all the time.
a) Slides finger up nose, encounters only air;
b) Panics a la wtf-did-I-do-with-my-glasses;
c) Realizes they’re sitting directly in front of me in the place I designated to put them in so I wouldn’t lose them.
Memories, misty-water colored memories . . . (cue musical score in the background) (cue rotten tomatoes and other minor madtech genetic experiments being thrown at the singer)
I wonder how long the subject of the weather machine will take to come up. 🙂
It’ll probably come up when lightning strikes the building. (This is a mad scientist’s lair, after all, it attracts storms)
I wonder if the lightning reflects the personality of its particular mad scientist. And yes, I do want funky style lasers and mirror ball lightning to always show up when Tigerlily needs it.
I love Tigerlily’s comment in the third panel. The only question is, if I say “We’ve all got madness of a kind. What matters is how we use it.” Who should I attribute it to Shaenon, Jeff or Tigerlily?
I tend to think of the faces in the story as real people (yes, intellectually, I know they’re not). So I would say Tigerlily. Unless she borrowed it from someone else, in which case it would be none of the above.
I have been known to say things like “in the words of the great James T. Kirk…”, or “as Zaphod Beeblebrox once said…”
That line’s mostly Jeff.
“We all go a little crazy sometimes!” -Norman Bates, ca. 1959…
Heh, Ira just slipped. Remembering he had a balloon is inconsistent with his usual portrayal of his condition.
Just more fuel for the hypothesis of him being more than meets the eye (potentially Mr Green, probably not a Transformer)
It’s not really inconsistent, since his occasional flashes of lucidity are themselves inconsistent. Like when he remembered out of the blue Chris’ full name and title when he was dressed up as Captain Beyond.
He seems to technically retain his memory… He just can’t easily access it.
Short-term memory loss is a bitch.