Thursday, January 1, 2009
Randall has taken an amusing, semi-OCD behavior and drawn it out for us. It's one of the more charming things he does, in my opinion, mainly because -just like counting floor tiles- I used to do it, too! Fun fact: I also push in all of the drink bubbles on fast food cups, but that's as a secret message to my family in case the place where I eat is ever gunned down to let them know I thought about being gunned down before it happened. And one day, I may be right! But this comic has some underling freaking out at a console, so that's something. His reaction probably wears out after the 500th empty room announcement (who'd listen in during reading time, anyway?), but the fantasy is what counts.
My complaint with this one, which is a fairly common one from me, is that Randall felt the need to write out his joke in narration instead of using, you know, the comic to deliver the punchline. He even drew little scribble-words in the panels where the actual lines could have gone, perhaps like this:
Stick-Randall: "I know you're listening."
Underling: "He's onto us! Abort mission! ABORT!"
But I get the feeling Randall had trouble fitting this joke into a multi-panel story on its own merits, so we get the "let me explain my joke" version instead. At least with the floor tiles, we went into then out of the OCD guy's head. Here, we're just in Randall's head.
I'd tell Randall to get out of my head, but I know he's listening.
Alt-text Hoedown: Sure, it's exactly like Pascal's Wager, right down to how funny it is. Ask the conspirators to do housework from time to time -- couldn't hurt, right?
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