Mm. Hot chocolate. I am fresh out of Abuelita, one of the things I discovered when all of central America moved into my neighborhood. Ethiopia also moved in with their coffee and injera, and before that it was Jamaica and jerked everything and the rest of the Caribbean islands. I can easily get three different kinds of table cream. Before that it was a black neighborhood, and before that it was Jewish. As it happens I am none of those things, but I’ve always been exceptional.
That’s actually quite understandable. I happened to lose my dad recently, and though I haven’t been the one having to sort through the estate, my own clutter has still been confusing. It’s an ongoing fight, and I’ve pledged to win it.
I believe there was a time when they were all that shade of orange, and recognised as great for cooking if rather unstylish and painful if you dropped the lid on your foot.
Hello everyone, this is my first comment. I wanted it to be on something important like the colour of quality French cookware.
I am a late convert. My gateway was Giant Days as I’m not that familiar with webcomics. Feeling bereft as that ended I sought out all the rest, and have spent the last few weeks immersed in a universe of Scary Horse Expecting to Machinery Bobbins. I feel enriched if overwhelmed from the experience. It’s a lot to tackle. Thanks and congratulations to John: these are fantastic comics.
Thanks also to Shelly for recommending Okkervil River’s The Stage Names a few years ago (couple of weeks in my timeline): it has become a favourite, and I shall listen to it a lot in the years that remain.
Thank you, Ken. We welcome you to the island, here’s your commemorative plate depicting my face, here’s your ceremonial toby jug, to be carried at all times.
Thanks John – I shall treasure them always. Apologies to Shelley for somehow conflating the spelling of her name with that of her American counterpart, or just misspelling it anyway.
Mm. Hot chocolate. I am fresh out of Abuelita, one of the things I discovered when all of central America moved into my neighborhood. Ethiopia also moved in with their coffee and injera, and before that it was Jamaica and jerked everything and the rest of the Caribbean islands. I can easily get three different kinds of table cream. Before that it was a black neighborhood, and before that it was Jewish. As it happens I am none of those things, but I’ve always been exceptional.
Happy New Year, John!
Is that a Le Creuset?! Movin’ up in the world!
Well, Tim’s flat has achieved a remarkable degree of livability. Who knew he had it in him?
It may take a fight, at times, to achieve that perfect quality of domesticity, but it’s worth it.
(Clutter is the enemy, and must be defeated. Beware.)
No kidding. And I keep accumulating stuff. Not really through my own efforts, but because I keep inheriting stuff when various bits of my family die.
So The Quickening, but for rubbish?
That’s actually quite understandable. I happened to lose my dad recently, and though I haven’t been the one having to sort through the estate, my own clutter has still been confusing. It’s an ongoing fight, and I’ve pledged to win it.
This seems to actually be Ryan’s apartment — compare!
Ryan’s apartment:
https://bobbins.horse/comic/2019-01-30/
https://bobbins.horse/comic/you-do-you/
Tim’s apartment:
https://bobbins.horse/comic/2019-01-14/
Plus the fact that Ryan is answering the door, cooking the food, etc.
Happy New Year! Still have half an hour to go over here.
Happy New Year John!
Happy New Year!
Is this before Le Creusets were stylish, so they were affordable (not one million dollars)? WHERE AND HOW DID RYAN GET A LE CREUSET? I WANT ANSWERS.
A skip!
What kind of monster tosses away a le creuset?
Oh, nevermind, I see that it’s a particularly hideous shade of orange.
I believe there was a time when they were all that shade of orange, and recognised as great for cooking if rather unstylish and painful if you dropped the lid on your foot.
Hello everyone, this is my first comment. I wanted it to be on something important like the colour of quality French cookware.
I am a late convert. My gateway was Giant Days as I’m not that familiar with webcomics. Feeling bereft as that ended I sought out all the rest, and have spent the last few weeks immersed in a universe of Scary Horse Expecting to Machinery Bobbins. I feel enriched if overwhelmed from the experience. It’s a lot to tackle. Thanks and congratulations to John: these are fantastic comics.
Thanks also to Shelly for recommending Okkervil River’s The Stage Names a few years ago (couple of weeks in my timeline): it has become a favourite, and I shall listen to it a lot in the years that remain.
Thank you, Ken. We welcome you to the island, here’s your commemorative plate depicting my face, here’s your ceremonial toby jug, to be carried at all times.
Thanks John – I shall treasure them always. Apologies to Shelley for somehow conflating the spelling of her name with that of her American counterpart, or just misspelling it anyway.