Tracing them would only tell you when and where they cross the road. He should try to get on the observation team to note the conditions when it happens. It would at least be less likely to result in histoplasmosis.
Is this the first confirmation that he may actually be bi, instead of just making an exception for Artie?
Our lucky Tip has already had the pleasure of men besides Artie. Without an archive dive, I recall at least that guy on the train who turns into some kind of goo monster and is married to Jane? who turns into a winged battle-thing. I believe Tip enjoyed both of them, and other men later.
If you mean Ruby and her husband, he tried to do that… but failed. He does mention that he spent a night with another married couple there, so that should answer jdreyfuss’s question.
That doesn’t prove anything though. It’s perfectly possible to have a threesome without being interested in the other guy. I would definitely agree that this is the first clear sign he’s into men too.
I also seem to remember either Sweetheart or Unity saying something along the lines of ‘he’s twice as annoying since he’s discovered that he’s bisexual’.
Poor Tip. He needs to get together with Sweetheart and Unity to commiserate. You know, have a hen night with the girls.
I wonder if Gavotte’s on this farm whipping the hives into shape?
Oh dear god, Unity working as a scarecrow, Sweetheart herding sheep or cows.
(to the tune of Green Acres)
Spppppy Acres ain’t the place for me!
Farm livin’ ain’t a life for me!
Thiis ain’t a place I can abide!
Drinking manhattens since I’m stuck in the countryside.
City Boy! The chores!
(call and response, farmer and Tip)
No,no, the stores!
City Boy! The chicks!
Wrong kind of chicks in the sticks!
Now you work for me!
Won’t someone saaave me!
Spy Acres you are heeere!
*cue sobbing*
Second, U.N.I.T.Y. as a scarecrow is a frightening idea. It would be the first one in history to actually be proactive in removing the crows, by shotgun if necessary. As well as replacing parts with their, well, parts, there wouldn’t be an avian of any sort left alive in 20 mile radius.
I’m not super clear on what progressiveness the 4th panel is referring to. Are they progressive because they aren’t giving Tip grief for being a crossdresser, or are they progressive because the farmer’s daughter Tip wants to make time with is a trans-woman (the person lifting their shirt who refers to “Papa”, presumably the farmer in question).
I’d interpret the progressiveness as Tip expecting a relatively backwoods, conservative farm. In which case there would be a farmer’s daughter who needed help moving something heavy into a hayloft. So instead of a cheesy heterosexual pornographic movie plot, we’ve got a cheesy homosexual pornographic movie plot.
At first I thought that rooster in panel one was wearing a little fedora. Then reality hit and dashed my hopes forever that a skin-horse/Phineas and Ferb crossover will ever happen when I looked closer.
There is considerable suspicion by the secret government that thanks to a mad scientist messing with genetically modified fowl pox, all chickens in north America now form a single collective mind, to which the deaths of individual chickens are unto normal cell death. They aren’t trying to track _chickens_, really: they are trying to track the thoughts of Chicken.
When a friend of mine started raising chickens, he said it gave him new appreciation of the old joke, because it turns out that chickens just plain don’t normally cross roads of their own accord. Pretty much the only reason a chicken goes anywhere is to forage, and there’s clearly nothing to eat on the road, and the other side of the road is too far away for the chicken to see if there’s anything to eat there. For a chicken to want to cross the road, it would have to have some source of knowledge of what’s on the other side beyond that normally accorded to chickens.
It’s because the ducks dared them to do it. Silly government.
To show the possum/armadillo it could be done.
Holy crap, it’s Clay Bailey.
If you can’t make time cleaning out the cow barn, you might as well just give up now.
Radiographic tracers?
Tip’s not a sociologist, but he’s about to get some work in the field.
Why do chickens cross the road? To get to the other side. It had to be said.
This is the funniest thing I’ve read in this strip so far. “Who *cares* why they cross the road?”
Tracing them would only tell you when and where they cross the road. He should try to get on the observation team to note the conditions when it happens. It would at least be less likely to result in histoplasmosis.
Is this the first confirmation that he may actually be bi, instead of just making an exception for Artie?
Our lucky Tip has already had the pleasure of men besides Artie. Without an archive dive, I recall at least that guy on the train who turns into some kind of goo monster and is married to Jane? who turns into a winged battle-thing. I believe Tip enjoyed both of them, and other men later.
If you mean Ruby and her husband, he tried to do that… but failed. He does mention that he spent a night with another married couple there, so that should answer jdreyfuss’s question.
That doesn’t prove anything though. It’s perfectly possible to have a threesome without being interested in the other guy. I would definitely agree that this is the first clear sign he’s into men too.
He may be built, but that farmer’s son ain’t Artie.
I also seem to remember either Sweetheart or Unity saying something along the lines of ‘he’s twice as annoying since he’s discovered that he’s bisexual’.
That was Nick, I think.
Is this what you’re looking for?
Poor Tip. He needs to get together with Sweetheart and Unity to commiserate. You know, have a hen night with the girls.
I wonder if Gavotte’s on this farm whipping the hives into shape?
Oh dear god, Unity working as a scarecrow, Sweetheart herding sheep or cows.
(to the tune of Green Acres)
Spppppy Acres ain’t the place for me!
Farm livin’ ain’t a life for me!
Thiis ain’t a place I can abide!
Drinking manhattens since I’m stuck in the countryside.
City Boy! The chores!
(call and response, farmer and Tip)
No,no, the stores!
City Boy! The chicks!
Wrong kind of chicks in the sticks!
Now you work for me!
Won’t someone saaave me!
Spy Acres you are heeere!
*cue sobbing*
Okay, first off, great filk. Terrific effort.
Second, U.N.I.T.Y. as a scarecrow is a frightening idea. It would be the first one in history to actually be proactive in removing the crows, by shotgun if necessary. As well as replacing parts with their, well, parts, there wouldn’t be an avian of any sort left alive in 20 mile radius.
I’m not super clear on what progressiveness the 4th panel is referring to. Are they progressive because they aren’t giving Tip grief for being a crossdresser, or are they progressive because the farmer’s daughter Tip wants to make time with is a trans-woman (the person lifting their shirt who refers to “Papa”, presumably the farmer in question).
Or both? Or neither?
I think that’s just the farmer’s *son*, but he’s hunky and apparently willing, which seems enough for Tip to appreciate….
I’d interpret the progressiveness as Tip expecting a relatively backwoods, conservative farm. In which case there would be a farmer’s daughter who needed help moving something heavy into a hayloft. So instead of a cheesy heterosexual pornographic movie plot, we’ve got a cheesy homosexual pornographic movie plot.
At first I thought that rooster in panel one was wearing a little fedora. Then reality hit and dashed my hopes forever that a skin-horse/Phineas and Ferb crossover will ever happen when I looked closer.
Wait a minute… why hasn’t he got a belly button? Is the farmer’s son an android?
The small line just over the belt might just be it.
Also the Farm Boy calles Tip “City Boy,” despite Tip’s wardrobe. So they’re *definitely* not as backwards as one might think.
Doesn’t that depend on Tip’s pronoun preferences? Does he even care, or is he like Jack Harkness? Do we even know?
I don’t recall if Tip has ever outright said he’s a man, but I’m quite sure he hasn’t ever complained about being treated as one.
There is considerable suspicion by the secret government that thanks to a mad scientist messing with genetically modified fowl pox, all chickens in north America now form a single collective mind, to which the deaths of individual chickens are unto normal cell death. They aren’t trying to track _chickens_, really: they are trying to track the thoughts of Chicken.
Yesterday, I read a short story about almost exactly the same thing, only with starlings.
Where was this thing?
Shaenon, I am not comfortable with how very… enticing, I find this farm boy. You are drawing them too pretty.
Also: They’ve got to be at least somewhat progressive if he’s still calling Tip “City Boy” in that dress.
When a friend of mine started raising chickens, he said it gave him new appreciation of the old joke, because it turns out that chickens just plain don’t normally cross roads of their own accord. Pretty much the only reason a chicken goes anywhere is to forage, and there’s clearly nothing to eat on the road, and the other side of the road is too far away for the chicken to see if there’s anything to eat there. For a chicken to want to cross the road, it would have to have some source of knowledge of what’s on the other side beyond that normally accorded to chickens.