If you make the party better
I once went to a small festival in the woods. A friend had got herself invited. She didn’t know any of the people there. I went along with an abundance of trust. I can remember getting there, but I can’t remember how I got home. I have no recollection at all.
Did you eat any of the food? Did it seem that time had passed differently for you while you were at this… “festival”?
Important questions!
“Savoury waft” would be a good name for a band if Lottie hasn’t soured on the music biz.
And it looks like it may be a couple of weeks before our curiosity about “Asa” is sated. I do hope the frankenfurters hadn’t literally been someone’s friend.
In the spirit of Hair Peace, I suggest Savoury Waif.
Claire the temptress, the one who knows how to push Lottie to do anything. All of this is beautiful, I just hope this Asa doesn’t turn out to be one of those club that practices ritual suicide, or other rather unpleasant things.
Yeah those animal masks are suspicious.
“Pre-Crisis Lottie”. Back when she wore a pillbox hat and had that dreadful short hairdo. And everyone referred to her as a ‘snoop.’ She was always turning into a baby or got really fat and once she even changed into a werewolf. Every Summer there would be a big team-up between The Mystery Kids and their counterparts from the 40’s. Sure, all those stories were rather silly. But who didn’t love the way Lottie would trick Mad Terry into saying his name sideways, sending him back to Moldova for 90 days.
Very good, very good
Perfection.
I enjoy these so so much
Dionysglerm and his Maenads.
ASA acronym for Animal Sausage Assoc.
While in the woods, maybe you had a fateful encounter with Shia Labeuf, as Rob Cantor sings.
Advanced Squirel Alignment
Happy 4th of July over on my side of the Pond everyone! Wow, that did not take long for Claire to entice pre-crisis Lottie back from the abyss. Let’s hope she’s here to stay!
She never mopes for long.
Of course not. That’s our Lottie! She always just needs the right motivator be it a cookout or a missing friend (I.e. Shelley in the Steeple crossover).
Pre-Crisis Lottie, eh?
So is this the John Byrne or George Perez Revamp Lottie?
It depends on which “Crisis” Claire means…
So there’s animal faces on the banner and animal head/masks on the trees. Perhaps ASA has something to do with animals. If there was a soundtrack to this it would say “sinister doom music plays”
I have an ominous feeling that Devil Bears are only a couple of pages away.
Hey, wait, there are more pages! Wonderful!
Not sure if it’s only me but the RSS last pinged me a new page on 28th of June.
The RSS feed is working fine for me – both the automatic WordPress feed and the legacy Bad Machinery feed.
Hmm, I can see newer things in the feed, but when I import it into feedbin, it’s still only up to the 28th.
I’m guessing https://badmachinery.com/feed/ is the WordPress one? Where would I find the URL for the legacy feed?
It’s https://badmachinery.com/index.xml – but at the moment that redirects to the WordPress feed. I can look into this, but having imported both links into Feeder just now they both had all the current pages on them. No settings have been changed.
I’ve replicated your issue in Feedly, but Chrome shows all the current entries. I’m afraid this has me stumped.
I’ve recreated the old, unredirected feed at the URL above and turned off the redirect. See if you can see the post Jun-28 entries now. If you can’t, I’m at a total loss.
The RSS hasn’t updated for me for about a week.
I had the same problem. Suddenly RSS informed me that “Sit on the little thods” was available and the last I had seen was None More Pink. Catching up now, which is why you might notice straggler comments from me.
Lottie, Lottie, Lottie, what are you saying? Frankfurters are not saucissons! Saucissons are dry-cured sausages, similar to salami. You don’t cook them, you cut them into thin slices. Very very different from frankfurters and vienna sausages.
Sadly, English schoolchildren are simply taught that “saucisson” translates to “sausage”.
This is a disgrace for all those poor kids. Then again having no respect for the naming of foreign food is something we do very well here in France, so perhaps it is a just retour de bâton.
Ain’t Saucissons, Ay