Twistin in the wind
Ha-HA! Isn’t that pwecious?
No?
Ok.
You win.
Groupies aren’t that bad. But the fat guy in panel #3 is a character who I had the pleasure of meeting when I was sort of starting out. His name was Red Dog and he lived in the half way house down the road from the shop I was working at. He would come in and be nice and buy lots of coffee and tip wicked fat 50%. First clue? Not when you’re a rookie. You just think that the sludge you’re pulling is just that good. Least I did, how cute. Then after a while it got outta hand, he’d come in only when I was working and stay my entire shift, mind you I was working at the WORST coffee shop in all of downtown, (R.T. worked there too, HA!) it’s only saving grace was that it was open as late as who ever was behind the counter wanted to stay up. That person being me it was about 3am-6am depending. MMM, triple shifts. Probably why my gray matter is a little like scrambled clam chowder.
Anyhoo.
Red dog started telling me stories about some outlandish shit, “I started the Sex Pistols, I taught Sting how to LOVE, I came up with the lyrics for Holiday In Cambodia, I can fly”…you know, the usual stuff crazy groupie types say all the time…right? Guys?? Right? No. My favorite part after he told me that he had a twin, because at that point it was not so much funny anymore as much as it was becoming potential for restraining order, his twin could be identified by wearing a wrist band in a different direction or some such bull-hockey. Bwa.
Ah groupies. Silly wabbits.
Enough of this business. I’m outta here like Doc Brown.
Oh yeah, by the by fellow reader types I added a few links for all of you to check out First up Seraphine of encoreseraphine.com I gave it a blurb that was pretty eloquent and nice and I can’t remember it exactly but you’ll see it. Check it out.
Penny-arcade.com, they fucking rock, first webcomic I ever came across which is lucky cuz there’s alot of crap out there. Present company included. Orneryboy.com, kinda gothy kinda jthm-y still kinda funny and sweet and evil.
Hit it yo.
Later alls
For real this time
-R-
January 25th, 2008 at 6:17 am
Looks great, R!! Cute pink hearts!!<3<3<3
January 25th, 2008 at 7:13 am
That groupie looks nothin like me, you’re slackin Rachaelyyy
January 25th, 2008 at 8:38 am
Fat dudes named Red Dog or Big Red or whatever,
who live in halfway houses? Score!
January 25th, 2008 at 9:11 am
Love IT! Always do! Have I ever told you how great your comics are or how much I love you? It’s cool, however, I am not the groupie type you speak of; just the best friend. Anywho, I just got done taking one of my three tests at school today. Hopefully I did better at this in than I’ve done with any of the other ones. Gawd, I’m a re-re. Lot’s Of Love Girl and keep’em comin! Love, Kat
January 25th, 2008 at 1:46 pm
I live that you suddenly acquire this crazy cute bow at the end. : )
January 25th, 2008 at 9:56 pm
Dumb dumb math go like this:
Coffee = Like
Thus
Barista + Coffee = Like more.
Shit like that make me think that evolution may not be such a weird theory.. mmm. ugg.
internet…. good!
January 25th, 2008 at 11:46 pm
Man, this wrist band is tight. Sooooo….you met my brother huh?
Outta here like Doc Brown? Fuck yes. That should be on a shirt.
January 26th, 2008 at 12:25 am
Love the strip. My sister has a few stories like that.
January 26th, 2008 at 9:26 am
Red Dog was the ultimate nothing master…le sigh.
January 26th, 2008 at 10:27 am
“Some people need to be told in a calm manner how to be appropraite.”
Ratchet, this is brilliant. Some people have no clue what appropriate is. For those of you reading this- and I know there’s some inappropriate characters in the blogosphere- I’ll help.
Being appropriate is simply making everyone’s life easier. It is as simple as that.
Be appropriate to the role you are playing. If you are playing second chair in life, don’t try to play lead chair. You make yourself look better when you make everyone else look or feel better.
If you can make Barista Girl feel better, you will always be welcomed. Right Ratchet?
[tags: team player, fitting into a group, courteous, friendly, smile, genuine, building a client base]
January 26th, 2008 at 10:28 am
Now give me my fucking low fat latte.
January 27th, 2008 at 8:23 am
Exactly. Flattery gets you fuckin everywhere in life. If there’s one thing people like its gettin thier EGO and cocklasaurus/vagiceratops STROKED babe. Of course if your calm and friendly demenor is to assault someone with a mop you gots issues… That can get you 2 years probabtion and court appointed anger management classes, so yeah. Were outta skim bitch, you get fuckin soy, Tony the progressive forward thinking democratic votin tiger says it SOOOOOOOOY GRRREAT!
January 27th, 2008 at 6:32 pm
And it captures the essence of the coffee house atmosphere perfectly lol. Great comic - can’t wait for more
January 28th, 2008 at 1:01 am
gezzza rachett i know that guy
the mop was totally appropriate!
eeeeeeewww
hit em again for me will ya.
January 29th, 2008 at 3:29 pm
That was awesome, Ratchet! The bow in the last panel is so cute, by the way, as is the expression, made me giggle. Just plain hilarious.