This came about because a friend was into those scented candles that were supposed to improve your mood or love life or whatever. I walked into her office and the one she had going took me back to the 1980s and “Aqua Velva”. I didn’t tell her that. Now, I really hope there’s an essential oil that smells like “Hai Karate”!
The other characters in the strip talk about their houses and yards. It’s been understood from the beginning that Tuttle just has his shell (inside of which are a big screen TV, a Blue-Ray player, and several other amenities that he says all fit in there due to “quantum reality”).
I’m happy for any couple that has a baby, but I guess I don’t understand the fascination with “royal” babies. So this kid will never have to work, big deal.
I guess it’s a handy feature for work’s sake, but it bugs me that–when I’m in my car–the stereo system will pause the music so I can answer the calls. I’d much rather just miss the calls.
There’s a joke in here but maybe I’m the only person who cared about it: Tuttle is always writing these novels and screenplays with punnish, derivative titles that–as far as we know–fail like all of my novels. Phydeaux’s stupid scatological game caught on, though.
I remembered this strip and it’s hard for me to believe that’s it’s already been 4 years since I did it. Seems like it was just months ago. But then, I also remember that I was so struck by that quote that I used it in my novel Ashes to Ashes (see it at http://garisonfitch.com/book/ashes-to-ashes-the-last-valley-book-1)
