Friday, September 29, 2017

All Bite Long

One zookeeper talks to another standing inside the zebra enclosure: What on earth are you doing  Bringing my research to fruition  Say what  It's simple.  If a zombie bites you, you become one.  Same with vampires and werewolves.  Therefore That's not always  Look, I've been bitten by a mouse before, but I didn't turn into one  But did you want to become one with the mouse  Well, I am ready to join my fellow equids  rips off shirt  Come at me, zebras  You know, I think one of those zebras is a zombie  Either that, or it has rabies  If our boss asks where I am, tell her I'm moving to Saskatchewan

And the moral of the story is: do a thorough background check before hiring new zookeepers, and double-check their medical histories.  It will save you a lot of headache/dealing with authorities/long-winded explanations to hospital personnel. 

Or at least make sure your only sane employee doesn't leave town.  That would help too.

Friday, September 22, 2017

High School Lesson #5515

Teacher sits on desk and speaks to students  Let us take a moment to meditate on the wonders of carbon-14  Yes, the science teacher is for real  Stop asking

There are different varieties of science teacher crazy.  There's "Ms. Frizzle" crazy, there's "spends the entire year researching the properties of exactly one kind of rock" crazy, and then there's this. 

At least it's (probably) a good kind of crazy. 

Friday, September 15, 2017

Muffin Mania

Muffins are cupcakes you can justify eating every meal

Breakfast:  Blueberry muffins.
Second Breakfast:  Cinnamon muffins.
Elevenses:  Oatmeal muffins.
Brunch:  Jam muffins.
Lunch:  Rhubarb muffins.
Afternoon Snack:  Banana nut muffins.
Tea:  Cream cheese muffins.
Dinner:  Ham and cheese muffins.
Supper:  Corn muffins.
Dessert:  Chocolate muffins.
Midnight Snack:  Poppy seed muffins.

English muffins will not be permitted.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

There's a Cult at the Bottom of the Stairs

Steve and Mel talk on their phones  Mark descends into the basement  Mel: Doomsday cultists  In your basement  Steve: Er, yeah  Cultists: Dies irae  Steve: The manager says they're usually quiet  Doesn't know why they're suddenly all riled up again  Cultists: Dies illa  Mel: I'm surprised he lets them stay  Steve: Oh, he tried to get rid of them years ago  The local Catholics, Wiccans, and police teamed up to drive them out, but even that didn't work  So he padlocked their apartment, and no one's come or gone since then  Cultists: Solvet saeclum in favilla  Dylan: And now they're coming for our ears  Parker: Dylan, we've been over this already  Cultists: Teste David  Mel: So, uh, what do they eat  Steve: Not a clue  Cultists: Cum Sibylla
 
So there's a group of deranged people locked in the basement, trying to bring about the end of the world as we know it via long-forbidden magic ceremonies.  Meh.  It still only contributes a small percentage to the total amount of stressors faced at college.  Now the waiting line for the Testing Center.  That's a problem. 

Note:  Due to a (mostly) unrelated set of stressors, I fell irreparably behind on this week's comic, and finally decided that getting sleep was more important than doing the coloring.  I'll do it eventually, once I wake up sometime tomorrow.  Or next year.  In the meantime, I decided to try doing a basic grayscale so viewers wouldn't have to sort through the lineart. 

EDIT:  Color content is now at 100% capacity.  Ish. 

Friday, September 1, 2017

High School Lesson #7525

New kid: Zombie  AAAAH  Other students wield fencing sword magic staff and taser  Every year there' going to be at least one clueless new kid  Ensure they do as little damage as possible
 
"Cool it, kid.  Just stash some smoke bombs and a few arcane spells in your backpack for next time.  No big deal."