The funniest thing about this comic is that it’s rooted firmly in reality. Granted, it’s the reality in which everyone loves anime and Alex Mack is my girlfriend, but subjective reality is reality nonetheless.
Actually, I was going to lobby for today’s comic to be about all the boys’ nicknames, but they’re definitely each deserving of their own strip. At the very least they deserve a list:
- Victor’s nickname is “Cinnamon Buns”. It should be noted that he doesn’t eat pastries (he considers soft to be “the Devil’s texture”).
- Warren was known as Mayor McCheese for nearly a year due to a misunderstanding of slang terms.
- Everyone calls Walt “Battery” when he’s not around. Take a guess why (Hint: it’s because he beats people).
- Mick insists that we call him Asclepius because of the whole “healing people” thing. Most people eliminate a couple of the syllables in that one.
- Thedar is known as “Firestarter” around the apartment. No points for guessing what that means.
- Usually I call Kevin the “Spirit of St. Louis”, mostly because half the time I don’t understand what he means.
- As for me…well, indulge me…
At my high school we had four “colors” used to represent the school at all times. These colors were white and gray (old folk’s colors), and gold (yellow) and purple. My school’s theme song was called “The Purple and Gold”, an allusion to the ridiculously gaudy colors our school chose to adopt. Of course, you have to understand that my school was founded by people who assumed gray and white to be too Communist; so essentially, unless you were a junior or senior you were expected to show your school spirit — “spirit” here being defined as “the reason that people beat you up”.
Well, being the dapper man that I am, I decided to wear purple. You know, the royal color. The color of kings.
The color of Grimace, beloved Sesame Street icon.
Yeah, for about three years I was known as “Grimace”, and not just because I walked around with a scowl on my face. That was my nickname, among several others that may be too raunchy to mention here. So unless you were forced to wear a purple sweater for two years, you should pay less attention to nicknames and more attention to…
Aw, man. I forgot my point.