Hey cats and kittens (and turkeys), I hope those of you who are so inclined had a nice 4th of July.
Today’s comic includes a cameo of sorts by Kate Beaton’s fat pony. (Fat Pony even made it into Beaton’s most recent New Yorker cartoon.)
Speaking of Ms. Beaton, she recently directed me (and everyone) to go read a comic called The Meek, and I’d like to second that recommendation. Also, if you are interested in making comics yourself, you might read the tutorials the author, D. Helmer, has posted on DeviantArt. They are very good and pretty funny.
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Charlie: So you're a WEEK overdue? You could go into labor tonight! Your water could break in front of us!
Nina: It COULD, yes — but it won't. This is real life, not some episode of "Friends".
Mike: [walking in with a dessert] I WASN'T supposed to put beef in the trifle
Nina: It COULD, yes — but it won't. This is real life, not some episode of "Friends".
Mike: [walking in with a dessert] I WASN'T supposed to put beef in the trifle
Aww, I love Fat Pony.
You made a refence to one of my favorite episodes of Friends, and I love you for it. Awesome comic!
That particular scene was, in my estimation, the best scene in the entire series. Totally absurd, and perfectly timed. It’s actually (I’d say) one of the few times an American sitcom behaved like a British one: everything that came before that scene was orchestrated to make that one scene happen. (British sitcoms often spend a half hour building to one great joke. Or one mediocre joke. With little jokes on the way.)
(Actually, come to think of it, I’m referencing two episodes of Friends: the one where Rachel puts beef in the trifle, and the one where Phoebe’s water breaks. Which is two more episodes of Friends than I thought I’d ever reference in this comic.)
Actually, that everything that happened in that episode was really a setup for the bit of dialog that Rachel’s mother gives almost at the end where she answers/berates/compliments almost everyone on the cast at the time in one long line. “No, you were not supposed to put beef in the trifle. It tasted horrible. If you want to go, just leave. I think Jacque Cousteau is dead. We kind of assumed about the porch swing and the pies. Unemployed again? Marijuana? And then there’s Chandler.”