The strip’s main Tin Man counterpart has always been Nick (Moustachio fills in sometimes, but mostly he’s Tik-Tok), but the same pretty much applies there.
I’ve always toyed with the idea that Unity is the Scarecrow, given that she is sewn together and, of course, is always looking for Brainz given that she is a zombie and all. With Sweetheart finally committing to be with her, and Sweetheart being the brains of this outfit, seems like the scarecrow finally got her brains?
Unity is sometimes the Scarecrow (most notably in the foreshadowing for the Big Reveal of Mr Green, which also casts Tip as Dorothy and Sweetheart as the Cowardly Lion), but is more specifically the Patchwork Girl.
The internet was a sick joke perpetrated upon the Earth by aliens to keep the human race stupid. And it has succeeded. The aliens know better than to unleash the internet on their own planets.
Alas, awgiedawgie, too close to the truth! I remember the early days of the Internet when information longed to be free, Usenet was supplanting BBS, malware was nonexistent, baggyware was plentiful and the future was bright with the promise of XHTML 2.0 and the dawning of a world mind.
Before Novell bought WordPerfect and any other technology that threatened Micro$oft and Google decided “Don’t be evil” wasn’t profitable enough, leading the industry to optimize browsers for cookie tracking and DRM.
Hopefully the Skin Horse universe turned out better, with the Sasquatches in charge.
Quite right. But I was thinking more along the lines of how grammatical atrocities like texting, tweeting, and chat rooms have produced an entire generation of people who can’t spell, can’t write, and couldn’t care less.
I said 25 years ago that the internet had produced an entire generation of idiots, and it’s only gotten worse since then. (In fact, I just received a “GFY” from one such idiot over on youtube, because I made the mistake of telling him that if he’s going to complain, he should spell it correctly. He’d rather make excuses for why he thinks being incorrect is okay than admit he was actually wrong.)
Had a mildly bad experience recently, searching through the just-released 1950 census records. Took me a while to find my father on them, thanks to a cross-out on the line and the handwriting recognition software misspelling his last name, which is also mine.
I learned to touch type right after getting my first typewriter—well, I got it in March and it wasn’t till June that I could work through a “touch typing in ten easy lessons” book. (Actually I did only six lesson, after which I typed constantly.) Most useful skill I’ve ever acquired.
Oh bother. Can this really be the end?
Yes, I know it is. We’ve been told it is, but somehow, The Cowardly Lion getting his courage *really* finally makes it thru the Active Denial field that is my thick skull
Not that I’m privy to any reliable information – and tomorrow may prove me wrong – but from having read Narbonic, Willoweep Manor, and a few other items Shaenon has written, she has a knack for definite, and rather satisfying, endings.
Its that Jeffrey Wells guy I’m unsure of. There has been a curious dearth of bicycle art and animals in hats in the strip recently.
I hope not! I’ve got two videos to make, one whose midi I can’t fine! The first song is ready to roll, as soon as I contact my video guy. Maybe we can shoot it this weekend, but I don’t know his editing timeframe or other commitments.
Another goodbye, now from Leo. He gave up since others won’t see-o. He lost his career which is what he held dear. But Tip Wilkin, with that dress, he feels free-o.
So what, no metal or anything?
“Ain’t it the truth?!” 😉
…You know, Tip: we’ve never seen you at full power.
I thought Tip in a suit was him at full power
Then I have great news for you: I stopped the machine causing that!
I guess having Leo greet Tip with a joyous tackle wouldn’t have fit the gravity of the situation?
Oh, it’d fit with gravity, alright. Oh, wait… wrong kind of gravity.
Oh no gravity is increasing on me!
That’s some great symmetry between this and their first meeting. So long and thanks for the lion chow.
The Lion has found his courage and the Tin Man has got his Hitty Heart, any thoughts on the Scarecrow and his brains?
Maybe Dr. Lee will donate a Brain-o-matic to the flying saucer for U.N.I.T.Y. and the other zombies.
The strip’s main Tin Man counterpart has always been Nick (Moustachio fills in sometimes, but mostly he’s Tik-Tok), but the same pretty much applies there.
Remember that in Oz none of the gifts actually do anything. They only believed that they did.
I’ve always toyed with the idea that Unity is the Scarecrow, given that she is sewn together and, of course, is always looking for Brainz given that she is a zombie and all. With Sweetheart finally committing to be with her, and Sweetheart being the brains of this outfit, seems like the scarecrow finally got her brains?
Same here. I hadn’t made the connection of Sweetheart being Unity’s brain, though, but it makes sense, now that you mention it.
Unity is sometimes the Scarecrow (most notably in the foreshadowing for the Big Reveal of Mr Green, which also casts Tip as Dorothy and Sweetheart as the Cowardly Lion), but is more specifically the Patchwork Girl.
And Tip ticks an item off his bucket list.
“Always a bridesmaid, never a bride”?
Leo could take it up again under a pen name. Do it all by mail.
Mail?
What kind of cheap operation is Lovetron that they don’t have the Internet?
The internet was a sick joke perpetrated upon the Earth by aliens to keep the human race stupid. And it has succeeded. The aliens know better than to unleash the internet on their own planets.
We don’t know what sort of mail service (e- or snail) is available between Earth and Lovetron.
Alas, awgiedawgie, too close to the truth! I remember the early days of the Internet when information longed to be free, Usenet was supplanting BBS, malware was nonexistent, baggyware was plentiful and the future was bright with the promise of XHTML 2.0 and the dawning of a world mind.
Before Novell bought WordPerfect and any other technology that threatened Micro$oft and Google decided “Don’t be evil” wasn’t profitable enough, leading the industry to optimize browsers for cookie tracking and DRM.
Hopefully the Skin Horse universe turned out better, with the Sasquatches in charge.
Quite right. But I was thinking more along the lines of how grammatical atrocities like texting, tweeting, and chat rooms have produced an entire generation of people who can’t spell, can’t write, and couldn’t care less.
I said 25 years ago that the internet had produced an entire generation of idiots, and it’s only gotten worse since then. (In fact, I just received a “GFY” from one such idiot over on youtube, because I made the mistake of telling him that if he’s going to complain, he should spell it correctly. He’d rather make excuses for why he thinks being incorrect is okay than admit he was actually wrong.)
And then there’s Wikipedia…
Well, I once thought you had to be somewhat literate to function online, but…well, how many people here can touch-type?
Robert, I must confess that it’s GBoard (Glide and handwriting recognition) I’m struggling with! 😉
Had a mildly bad experience recently, searching through the just-released 1950 census records. Took me a while to find my father on them, thanks to a cross-out on the line and the handwriting recognition software misspelling his last name, which is also mine.
I learned to touch type right after getting my first typewriter—well, I got it in March and it wasn’t till June that I could work through a “touch typing in ten easy lessons” book. (Actually I did only six lesson, after which I typed constantly.) Most useful skill I’ve ever acquired.
awgiedawgie, you gave me a great idea for the next “Killer App”!
Now that Elon Musk owns 9% of Twitter, we pitch a plug-in to implement Twain’s “Plan for the Improvement of English Spelling”! 😉
Wait – is this the last scene????
We started with these characters …
Well, I hope Leo got another therapist.
Well, only if the authors plan to leave us hanging about what happened to Chris and Marcie.
Oh bother. Can this really be the end?
Yes, I know it is. We’ve been told it is, but somehow, The Cowardly Lion getting his courage *really* finally makes it thru the Active Denial field that is my thick skull
Not that I’m privy to any reliable information – and tomorrow may prove me wrong – but from having read Narbonic, Willoweep Manor, and a few other items Shaenon has written, she has a knack for definite, and rather satisfying, endings.
Its that Jeffrey Wells guy I’m unsure of. There has been a curious dearth of bicycle art and animals in hats in the strip recently.
I hope not! I’ve got two videos to make, one whose midi I can’t fine! The first song is ready to roll, as soon as I contact my video guy. Maybe we can shoot it this weekend, but I don’t know his editing timeframe or other commitments.
Just let it come, so I can write one last song parody. Or maybe two.
Another goodbye, now from Leo. He gave up since others won’t see-o. He lost his career which is what he held dear. But Tip Wilkin, with that dress, he feels free-o.
We’ve solved the mystery of whether or not Leo can see colour, anyway. First mentioned in https://skin-horse.com/comic/cut-flattered/