The only number you need is 1237, and I’m willing to bet this goes beyond just what booth I’m at in San Diego this week. $1,237? That’s a fair about of money. 12:37 PM? That’s lunchtime, a good time of the day. Your cholesterol is 1237? Well, think of it like this: now there’s no room in your blood for any more cholesterol. Good to know there’s a ceiling. Click for full size:
And even now, they are technologically more correct then CSI,…
Phlogiston tanks? a whole tank filled with fire? how manly.
I love how cringeworthy their dialogue is.
It reminds me of David Macauley's "Motel of the Mysteries" about a 4022 Archeologist going through the remains of a 1985 hotel.
With the toilet seat ritual necklace? I love that book. Pure genius coupled with amazing artwork.
"I'm lovin' it!" Aaaaaaargh!
Yeah. Amazing art indeed.
HAha, that was great.
It'd probably be completely impossible to write, but I would totally buy an entire concrete universe book.
Eagle-DNA? The long defunct webcomic by Bob Scott?
I know I would infuse labor elephants with it.
I just noticed, is she wearing light bulbs as earrings?
Yeah, Vanderbeam! Drop some knowledge on Cutter.
I've been playing too much Portal 2 lately. I know this because I read the blog post in Cave Johnson's voice and replaced "click for full size" with "Cave Johnson. We're done here."
Why did he look like a robot in the last comic, but now he looks perfectly normal. Nothing to indicate it was a mask either.
Yeah, except the fact that he was cutting metal with a torch…