I have to admit, Einstein was on to something with that relativity thingie. Remember way back when a male, ex-military shrink in a dress having a conversation with a lion used to be a really weird thing…?
I’m curious about the title of the new chapter, “My Brother Sam Is Dead”. The only reference I can think of is a Star Trek episode (the one where the flying fried eggs smacked Spock in the butt).
It’s about a boy during the Revolutionary War, trying to make up his mind about which side he is on, and dealing with the split between his loyalist father and his revolutionary brother. I probably would have enjoyed it more if it weren’t the basis of much of my sixth grade homework.
Nice deadpan expression, Sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m sure that the woman in question is mysterious, and the wine country sinister (probably the type that charges you for the tasting).
And Unity is going to love this one. Wineries always seem to have snacks available.
Tip, wine country, and a (presumably) sapient female.
Sweetheart should just resign herself to figuring out ways to read the memory canister and come back later to sweep up the ashes. Unity can do the heavy lifting (of both canister and ash bin).
I really wish I owned Tip’s kicky little blue wrap dress! Though I’d wear it with my red leather block-heeled ankle boots instead. That outfit needs a little contrasting color to really pop.
Gavotte is terribly good at her job.
Of course by “woman” she means “beehive” and by “escort” see means “coordinate delivery from this office.”
Hmm. Are we talking just “Talk the TSA into allowing a sentient waterbottle onto a plane” type stuff, or “Roadtrip! Again!” type stuff?
Either way, this is going to be interesting.
I have to admit, Einstein was on to something with that relativity thingie. Remember way back when a male, ex-military shrink in a dress having a conversation with a lion used to be a really weird thing…?
It could also be “wacko-train! again!”
Given how much of the human body is water, we might qualify as sentient water bottles.
Tip wants to use his “super-power” again!
I sense that Shaenon took a trip to wine country when this part was being planned.
Or drove up the road an hour. It’s not so much a trip as a picnic.
I’m curious about the title of the new chapter, “My Brother Sam Is Dead”. The only reference I can think of is a Star Trek episode (the one where the flying fried eggs smacked Spock in the butt).
@Eddurd (just in case). I had to look it up, too. It’s a 1974 YA book set during the American Revolution.
Think it’s a newberry award winning kids book about a girl, whose brother died during Revolutionary War.
It’s about a boy during the Revolutionary War, trying to make up his mind about which side he is on, and dealing with the split between his loyalist father and his revolutionary brother. I probably would have enjoyed it more if it weren’t the basis of much of my sixth grade homework.
Tip, somehow I don’t think that’s the sort of question Sweetheart had in mind ^_^
@Max
Since I started reading Skin Horse immediately after archive-binging Narbonic back in the day….um….not really.
(TUNE: “California, Here I Come”, DeSylva & Meyer)
California, here we go!
With a date for Tip in tow!
Believe him,
They’ll leave im-
Mediately!
In Napa,
They’ll tap a
Cask or three of Burgundy!
The Skin Horse team, when they escort
Someone of the female sort,
Tip will never come up short!
California, here we go!
Wine country? Is someone oppressing grapes?
What do you think they’re wining about?
Put a cork in it, you two!
Would you like some cheese with your whine?
I just wanted to pop in and say I love the way you draw Gavotte speech bubble. 🙂 Among other things.
Nice deadpan expression, Sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m sure that the woman in question is mysterious, and the wine country sinister (probably the type that charges you for the tasting).
And Unity is going to love this one. Wineries always seem to have snacks available.
Tip, wine country, and a (presumably) sapient female.
Sweetheart should just resign herself to figuring out ways to read the memory canister and come back later to sweep up the ashes. Unity can do the heavy lifting (of both canister and ash bin).
I really wish I owned Tip’s kicky little blue wrap dress! Though I’d wear it with my red leather block-heeled ankle boots instead. That outfit needs a little contrasting color to really pop.