This one was inspired by my work as a hospice chaplain. We were given new tablets last year which require sync’ing several times a day. This strip went over very well at work, even with the bosses.
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)
I’m all for licensed counselors and “doctored” psychiatrists and psychologists, but I also think we could all do some good with some friend-to-friend conversations that aren’t on-line or via text.
