Depends on what kind of mattress you have under you. Futons produce more of a ‘Boink’ sound; springs enable the G in ‘Goink.’ Air mattresses, on the other hand, tend towards a ‘Boosha’ noise, but that never quite made it into everyday slang.
Americanized wood frame futons creak – the Japanese foam or traditional heavy quilt are quite nearly silent.
Air mattress foundation – such as tent vs living room carpet – produce anything from squeaking to flopping noises (as the mattress is disturbed by more energetic activities).
Yep! It’s not like it goes bad after all, and play doesn’t use up that much.
Actually, if this is a realistic post-apocalypse (HA!) people are probably making things like maple syrup as a high value trade good. Along with a tremendous amount of moonshine.
I just assumed that the syrup would come from hammerspace powered by Tip’s mojo (in this case, maybe fetishspace would be a better description). If so, in a postapocalyiptic wasteland, maybe they could use this power to their advantage. Just have someone approach Tip and ask if he could help them with their penicillin fetish (or whatever nessecity they happen to need), and voila, free material and sexy times.
Aren’t the usual reasons good enough? He has had his own neurosis, or someone close had problems that he wanted to help with. In Tip’s case, he’s probably only close with himself, so that would answer that question.
Tip didn’t want to be a therapist, and had no training in counseling. He was a research psychologist (or something like that), and got dragged into counseling in the field by Skin Horse.
It really wasn’t designed to analyze any sort of situation, to be honest. It was originally a half-joke meant to be a funny observation rather than any real measure of worth or value.
It’s since found usefulness as a statistical measure that indicates something about the overall state of the industry rather than about any specific case.
Tip’s never going to return to his own universe, is he? If he doesn’t perish from dehydration, he’ll be spending his time indulging his . . . , intellectual curiosity with an endless number of subjects.
No innuendo there, he’ll be talking to them afterwards.
Maybe a gate can be left into a universe with nearly no women, with a simple “FREE T-SHIRTS” sign pointing into it? Pinky and the Brain did something similar, with good results…
… I think I need to meet a non-comic version of Tip. My life suddenly sounds so boring.
Rebecca, that’s exactly why he needs to talk about it!
I’m still waiting for them to “boink”!
No, no. It’s “goink”, with a G.
Depends on what kind of mattress you have under you. Futons produce more of a ‘Boink’ sound; springs enable the G in ‘Goink.’ Air mattresses, on the other hand, tend towards a ‘Boosha’ noise, but that never quite made it into everyday slang.
i’m afraid to ask how you know that
Futon and air mattress style and location matter.
Americanized wood frame futons creak – the Japanese foam or traditional heavy quilt are quite nearly silent.
Air mattress foundation – such as tent vs living room carpet – produce anything from squeaking to flopping noises (as the mattress is disturbed by more energetic activities).
Well, their bedroom needs anyway.
Ah, they are taking more than just other-tip. (duh, they said they would.) So that answers the yesterday panel 4 heavy traffic question.
Tip Wilkin doesn’t have a sensitive bone in his body. There’s no bone in that particular sensitive part…
No *literal* bone, anyway.
In a devastated wasteland, he can not only find maple syrup, but gets to use it up for “play”?
Perhaps this road to Boston goes through Maine, New Hampshire, or Vermont, where they put maple syrup on everything.
Yep! It’s not like it goes bad after all, and play doesn’t use up that much.
Actually, if this is a realistic post-apocalypse (HA!) people are probably making things like maple syrup as a high value trade good. Along with a tremendous amount of moonshine.
Ooooh, mapleshine! Tasty, I’ll bet.
I just assumed that the syrup would come from hammerspace powered by Tip’s mojo (in this case, maybe fetishspace would be a better description). If so, in a postapocalyiptic wasteland, maybe they could use this power to their advantage. Just have someone approach Tip and ask if he could help them with their penicillin fetish (or whatever nessecity they happen to need), and voila, free material and sexy times.
Hey, Tip is providing a valuable service!
This seems a good time to ask with what’s coming up – has it ever been revealed why Tip wanted to be a therapist?
Aren’t the usual reasons good enough? He has had his own neurosis, or someone close had problems that he wanted to help with. In Tip’s case, he’s probably only close with himself, so that would answer that question.
Tip didn’t want to be a therapist, and had no training in counseling. He was a research psychologist (or something like that), and got dragged into counseling in the field by Skin Horse.
He doesn’t. Psychologist, not psychiatrist. Same as the difference between biology and medicine.
I so want someone to make a Tip character in Fallout 4. And make Dogmeat able to talk.
…I’d make a joke about the Bechdel Test at this point, only I don’t think that it was designed to analyze this sort of situation.
It really wasn’t designed to analyze any sort of situation, to be honest. It was originally a half-joke meant to be a funny observation rather than any real measure of worth or value.
It’s since found usefulness as a statistical measure that indicates something about the overall state of the industry rather than about any specific case.
Tip’s never going to return to his own universe, is he? If he doesn’t perish from dehydration, he’ll be spending his time indulging his . . . , intellectual curiosity with an endless number of subjects.
No innuendo there, he’ll be talking to them afterwards.
Maybe a gate can be left into a universe with nearly no women, with a simple “FREE T-SHIRTS” sign pointing into it? Pinky and the Brain did something similar, with good results…