Apr17
APRIL IS HERE!!! TIME FOR PANCAKES!!!
Whether you call them flapjacks, griddle cakes or flat muffins, you’re gonna want this short stack, so…
As for this comic…
When writing this comic, I had a really hard time deciding between a hot, greasy ferret and a hot, greasy mongoose. ‘Mongoose’ is the funnier word, but ferrets have more cultural presence in my neck of the woods. Case in point: I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen a real mongoose outside of nature documentaries. Ferrets, however, are omnipresent as household pets. At least I think they are? Honestly, come to think of it, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a ferret in real life either.
The one in ‘Kindergarten Cop’ was pretty cute, though.
I think her choice of similee suggests how unusualy this is for her.
And likely weirded the poor goons out. No wonder they want her out too.
I’m now realizing that around 10% of all my punch lines deal with strained similes. Not sure what to think about that.
That you’re doing better than 80% of aspiring comedy writers?
Being in the top 20% of aspiring comedy writers still puts me 19% away from any kind of success. So that sounds about right.
Love can be a terrifying thing. Hopefully it’s just ingestion.
Oh no! You used the ‘L’ word!
It’s the most powerful thing in the world.. after acid, that is.
And they say Tracee’s heart grew three sizes that day.
(Sorry about starting a sentence with a conjunction, I feel so dirty)
There is nothing wrong with starting a sentence on a conjunction. All the great writers in English do it. It’s just a matter of formality. In super-formal academic writing, they frown on it. In all other contexts, it’s a nice technique. Provides sentence structure variety.
Ever since reading the last paragraph of Poe’s Masque of the Red Death, I have had to control my compunction to use “And” at the beginning of sentences. I edit articles for Surgery research journals. And many of them get published.
On another subject, I am in agreement with may others in their love for “Let the ferret in.”
Yeah, surgery research articles don’t really go for polysyndeton.
Depends on the context. Just because polysyndeton is a stylistic choice does not relegate it to poetry, fiction, or religion. It can be quite useful to stress concomitant benefits or morbidities.
Fair enough.
That’s what that needed. A Greek name.
That brings back memories of going to see the musical Hair and their hit: “Aquarium/Let the Greasy Ferret In”
Hippie ferrets were the greasiest.
This seems appropriate: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tu9RlPWOLrQ&t=56s
Bizarro hate that video.
Man, that novel was very depressing.
She gots teh luv cooties.
The worst species of cootie.
Sounds like someone lost a manscaped sponsor on their youtuberd channel about Schnorfs.
Hey man, sponsorships fall through sometimes. I assume. Being a webcomic creator, I’ve never experienced one.
I’ve had planned help fall though. I assume it’s similar.
Perhaps an antacid…
Bring out the Tums!
Don’t try to weasel out of it, sweetie – you’re in true like!
Hmm. Weasels. Ferrets. I see what’s going on here.
Perhaps they can ferret out their feelings for each other…
Oh boo! Boo to you, sir!
Oh, who am I kidding? I love bad puns.
I thought I had heartburn for the last 31 years. No, it’s the greasy love ferret.
A visit to the ferretologist would’ve solved that for you. They just hold a rat over your mouth, and out it jumps.
Maybe it’s just because I’ve watcher Little Demon, but I read that last line in Danny DeVito’s voice.
Not a bad voice to read it in.
At least Tracee is appropriately underdressed.
We can always count on that.
Oh dear. To actually like, possibly even love, one’s sugar daddy- the horror of all gold-diggers everywhere! : )
They whisper about the curse in gold-digger diners. It is legendary.
Awwww……
I really like this.
I was hoping you would.
Gecko. Are you sure you don’t have a strong dislike for blonde people? Because this comic really likes making them the butt of the joke, if not downright dislikeable in certain cases.
You’ve noticed?
In fairness, Hannah is a fairly positive blonde. And Tracee is not a villain; she’s just complicated. But I will say (as I’ve noted before in comments) that I have some suspicion of adult blondes because, generally speaking, they don’t exist. Golden blonde hair in adults exceedingly rare; it’s common in children, but hair tends to darken with age. Only some Scandinavian adults retain their blonde hair, and that blonde is usually more of a very pale blonde.
In short, usually blondes come from bottles. And it’s a certain type of person who actively chooses to be blonde.
For the record, my wife, my daughter and my son were all once blonde. So I can’t be THAT prejudiced.
I think I’m the lone adult blonde in the world. It’s a lonely feeling.
Also, “blonde” has been a shorthand for either “evil” or “slutty” in movies pretty much ever since Marilyn Monroe died. You have your good blondes and your bad blondes. To be fair to Gecko, all his characters (except the deliberately one-note ones) have plenty of personality and individualism beyond their hair color. Tracee and Heather and even Evil-Puck from a while ago are all different people with unique voices and views (and if it sounds like that’s a low bar to clear, believe me, the bar is on the ground and Gecko is practically pole-vaulting.) So the occasional “evil blonde” jokes are more spice than anything, and they’re certainly more welcome than dumb blonde jokes, infinitely more welcome coming from a guy who can actually write women.
Oh, I’d say Joan Blondell and Glenda Farrell from Gold Diggers of 1933 would argue that trope goes a bit further back the Monroe.
I can actually write women? That’s encouraging!
“In short, usually blondes come from bottles. And it’s a certain type of person who actively chooses to be blonde.”
That reminds me of the Freckles story.
It reflects my worldview.
Tracy: “It’s… it’s… it’s… Oh dear Somebody, it’s COMPLACENCY! I’ve settled down here so long it feels comfortable and even though you’re poor and useless to me, the thought of stepping out of this opulent mansion to rent even a penthouse apartment with my nestegg of money I’ve siphoned from you over the years–
Satan: “Wait, what?”
Tracy: “Fills me with a cold, seeping DREAD! Damn it all, Chris Rock is right! Women CAN’T go backwards in lifestyle!”
Satan: “Can we back up to the siphoning? Seems like it might be related to the current situation.”
Tracy: “That’s in the past, so nevermind it. I just SAID I can’t go backwards! Geezus, poor people really don’t listen, do they?”
If Tracee does not have a little something skimmed off of Satan and squirrelled away, is it because she has been sending the skim to her younger siblings back home? or has she just trusted Satan too much to think about the day it’s all over – because of that dang ferret?
I think it’s almost certain that she’s skimmed something. More on that later.
Guilt is a powerful motivator in life…
Indeed.