A while back, in a fit of severe nostalgia, I looked up some people on Facebook who I hadn’t seen since elementary school in what I hope was a non-creepy way. Through them I found a few more of my friends from the same era, and we recently had a rather fun online conversation about various far-from-current events, such as in the third grade when Mrs. McKinstry gathered the entire class to watch her spank me for flipping her off (I had been dared to do so, and I had no idea what it meant) and when my friend Cory made up the following song about me, to the tune of “Chim Chim Che-ree” from Mary Poppins:
Tim Timminy, Tim Timminy, Tim Tim Te-ree
Tim is as fat, as fat as can be
Anyway. Not sure this actually has anything to do with why my mind went where it did with this art, but it probably helped by putting me back in the frame of mind to think about Transformers and Ewoks in the first place. Or maybe not…I do go to a lot of conventions.
Conventions! Right! I should plug Pi-Con in Enfield, CT, at which I’ll be performing as Worm Quartet and appearing on a webcomics panel or two (along with Rob Balder!) This is happening August 20-22nd, and holy crap, that’s SOON!
Also, I just narrated a rather quirky story for Escape Pod, which you can check out here!
MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: Mrs. Shoebox is currently at her mom’s helping her move, but Rob thinks it’s funny, and it got a “Heh. 
” from the great Luke Ski.
See ya next week!
-=’Box=-
Lesbian ex-boyfriend rage. LOVE it.
Also, the one mailing the package looks like she is wearing a stethescope. Doctor? Veterinarian? OR….. kinky roleplay? You be the judge.
It’s an apron over a button down shirt.
Or really old-school bib overalls.
Your automated, context-aware advertising provider picked up on the word “fat” and served me an ad for Haagen Dazs.
It would TAKE nine years to bite heads off transformers.. that’s quality plastic..
D: all those transformers!
Krunk – sorry ’bout that. I’ll try to mention nipples, fire, and robots in the next strip’s commentary. Hopefully this will produce ads that will better appeal to you.
Actually, if you wanna see the ads better tailored toward stuff you give a crap about (and modestly increase the amount I’m paid when they’re displayed) you can take this brief survey that I should probably be plugging more often: http://websurvey.burstmedia.com/surveyid1/surveysite.asp?Qhcode=ad20606b&Qhcat=2
I have no idea what the relationship is between the women in this strip. Feel free to speculate.
-=ShoEboX=-
They’re both women? I thought it was a mother and her teenage son.
Fire shot from the robot’s nipples.
Fire the robot’s nipples!
Fire the nipple robots!
That’s a woman? I assumed it was a young-ish (teens? early twenties?) male.
Shoebox: I happen to be both a PartiallyClips reader and an Escape Pod listener. The story you narrated was masterfully done. One of my favourite readings from EP, ever. It didn’t hurt that the story was quite delightful. I hope they get you to do more.
Wilson – Thanks a lot for the kind words! Glad you enjoyed!
Everybody: Sorry the regular Tuesday update didn’t happen…I’m in emergency mode at my day job and also doing the single-parent thing while my wife helps her Mom set up her new apartment, so life’s been a tad hectic. There will be a new strip on Friday even if I have to write it by opening a random piece of clip art in PhotoShop and just bashing my face against the keyboard until it has enough characters on it. The clip art, not my face.
-=’Box=-
But ‘Box, you could be some supervillain extra in an upcoming movie if you did that!
Actually, the this art is pretty liberal with this one. It could be a young woman, young male, the relationship with Johnny could be any sort of sexual orientation, even different from their current one.
I’m just impressed they chewed the heads off of those Transformers. Some of those necks are damn thick.