Help Me Harlan was a college newspaper advice column written by some affable dude that apparently didn’t run on Tuesdays. What ran on Tuesdays was The Sexpert! The only thing I remember from The Sexpert was a poor young lady […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Oooh, let’s scope out the contents of Sarah and Joyce’s respective corkboards. Sarah: Angry eyes. Some sort of scribbled word. What appears to be Beef’s head in a sauna. Muscled hulk. Joyce: Teddy bear. Her own face.
OTP! I can be pretty single-minded and incredibly focused on certain interests. I know, I know, this comes as a huge surprise given my Transformers obsessions, but this behavior’s always been a part of my brain long before Optimus Prime […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Joyce seems to have some mass-creation abilities as well, judging by that growing pile of foodstuffs. At this point I had begun hinting pretty hard towards where Joyce’s arc was headed. Lookit, she’s goin’ all Close Encounters of the Third […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
jesus how thick is that body piercing at home book pretty sure it should be one page that just says DON’T
Walkyverse Sarah is much more proactive in her misanthropy.
Sarah, you were doing so well until that last panel. Bad, Sarah, bad!
This exposition was legitimately helpful back when this was running in the fall semester following summer break, I imagine. Especially to, y’know, all the new freshmen. I’m sure they were starving for backstory. Starving, I tell you!
This is one of my favorite early strips. I guess hinting at potential physical abuse in the context of personified protectional gear just tickles my funnybone, because I’m a monster.
Oh, shit crap, said the young cartoonist, Joyce is kind of an embarrassing feminist nightmare, isn’t she? Well let’s just smooth this one over, shall we??? Man, you’d think a giant honey bun attack would go on the front page.
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