Tigerlily’s facial expressions are doing so much work here. I mean, sure, the body language matters a lot too and the fact that she literally can’t keep her hands off him is definitely the best part of the punchline. Still, I love how much just the tiniest shift of her pupils between panels three and four communicates so much!
And I’ll hang around as long as you will let me. I never minded standing in the rain. And you don’t have to call me “Darling,” Darling. You never even called me by my name.
Narbonic ended at the start of the big commitment. I suspect that Skin does as well now. Very Shakesperian and satisfying that after all the adventures we see them embark on the greatest one. Good luck, Tigerlily and…err…what IS his name?
They came back this evening, on the saucer, flyin’ in.
They found this guy in a frown state of mind no end.
He fell from a helicopter eight miles high,
Ex-CEO of some evil guys
And he’s got the nerve to set the conditions his conditioner’s in.
He pushed his goal with ID he stole from a techno-geek friend.
We watched his butt goin’ up as he started goin’ in.
Wound so uptight he had to unwind,
By visiting a funky girl’s shrine.
He’s got the nerve to set the conditions his conditioners in.
Someone told him “April Fool” for no good reasons at departure time.
He made a dash for the door but fell to the floor and bounced several times.
Eight miles out of DC Annex One’s not there.
Eight miles straight through, down, and out there.
He’s got the nerve to set the conditions his conditioners in.
And now he’s got the nerve to set the conditions his conditioners in.
Yeah,
Yeah,
Oh-oh, yeah!
—from “Condition,” written by Mickey Newbury, sung by the First Edition with Kenny Rogers.
The Lovetron brigade all took flight. But with Jones, it didn’t sit right. But to go on their mission he has one condition: Name his name, or he’ll be uptight.
A few of you have gone there already, but here’s a verse anyway:
You don’t have to call me Cracker Barrel,
And you don’t have to call me Melba Toast.
You don’t have to call me Wonder Bread, or Saltine,
Long’s I know it’s me you love the most!
CHORUS
And I’ll hang around as long as we’ve got mojo;
Love’s funky, funky bassline hasn’t changed.
And you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’,
But can you maybe call me by my name?
The Day of DOOOOOOOOM is at hand.
But all rides must have endings, and this adventure is still a lot of fun!
That dress is awesome.
This is why Tigerlily hung back 2 strips ago – she’s nervous and unaccustomed to letting down her guard.
The body language she’s exhibiting in each panel is exquisite! Hesitancy. Vulnerability. Defensiveness. Acceptance.
And good on Dr. Wilkin for standing up for himself! For love must be built on a foundation of respect. Starting with self respect.
Well said!
Or your name. Let’s not be picky. If you can’t be yourself, be Tigerlily Jones.
Berenice Jones (spelling)? Queen of Jive? Master of all she surveys?
Not “master”… Mistress!
I could never ditch squareness. All my things are there.
Anyone else notice where Tigerliliy’s hands are when she says “I keep forgetting you have a couple of those”?
That would explain a few things.
Tip … tit … so little difference.
Good that he’s setting at least one condition. It’s important to settle who wears the pants in the family.
Um? Nobody?
Not in this case.
NOW KISS
Tigerlily’s facial expressions are doing so much work here. I mean, sure, the body language matters a lot too and the fact that she literally can’t keep her hands off him is definitely the best part of the punchline. Still, I love how much just the tiniest shift of her pupils between panels three and four communicates so much!
+1
Can you call me by your name?
And I’ll hang around as long as you will let me. I never minded standing in the rain. And you don’t have to call me “Darling,” Darling. You never even called me by my name.
Nice David Alan Coe reference!
Before I was getting a Peter Pan vibe from her dress,
Now, it’s more like Uhura.
Narbonic ended at the start of the big commitment. I suspect that Skin does as well now. Very Shakesperian and satisfying that after all the adventures we see them embark on the greatest one. Good luck, Tigerlily and…err…what IS his name?
Dennis “Tip” Wilkin. In case that wasn’t rhetorical.
Lil Nas Tipp. In this reality one of his hits is “Call me by my name.”
You don’t have to call him darling, darling. You never even called him by his name.
“Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison…”
He actually has at least three names (forename, surname, nickname).
I wouldn’t use “a couple” when there are at least three of something, but Tigerlily follows her own rules.
I would tend to agree with you. However, the dictionary feels differently…
“a couple of: more than two, but not many, of; a small number of; a few”
They came back this evening, on the saucer, flyin’ in.
They found this guy in a frown state of mind no end.
He fell from a helicopter eight miles high,
Ex-CEO of some evil guys
And he’s got the nerve to set the conditions his conditioner’s in.
He pushed his goal with ID he stole from a techno-geek friend.
We watched his butt goin’ up as he started goin’ in.
Wound so uptight he had to unwind,
By visiting a funky girl’s shrine.
He’s got the nerve to set the conditions his conditioners in.
Someone told him “April Fool” for no good reasons at departure time.
He made a dash for the door but fell to the floor and bounced several times.
Eight miles out of DC Annex One’s not there.
Eight miles straight through, down, and out there.
He’s got the nerve to set the conditions his conditioners in.
And now he’s got the nerve to set the conditions his conditioners in.
Yeah,
Yeah,
Oh-oh, yeah!
—from “Condition,” written by Mickey Newbury, sung by the First Edition with Kenny Rogers.
The Lovetron brigade all took flight. But with Jones, it didn’t sit right. But to go on their mission he has one condition: Name his name, or he’ll be uptight.
A few of you have gone there already, but here’s a verse anyway:
You don’t have to call me Cracker Barrel,
And you don’t have to call me Melba Toast.
You don’t have to call me Wonder Bread, or Saltine,
Long’s I know it’s me you love the most!
CHORUS
And I’ll hang around as long as we’ve got mojo;
Love’s funky, funky bassline hasn’t changed.
And you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’,
But can you maybe call me by my name?