Constantly in bother
The friends are reunited as their legal troubles cease to bubble and slip down back into the cracks in the pavement. Poor Claire needs a rest, but as is so often the case, as she sinks, Lottie is on the up, and the slack can be taken up.
The final page will be with you tomorrow.
I’m afraid to find out what’s in ‘sausage surprise’
An absence of sausages would not be enough of a surprise from Lottie…
Things we can infer from upcoming title:
* It’s slop
* It smells good
As I think Charlotte has pointed out before, it’s not sausage surprise, it’s sausageS surprise – that extra ‘s’ is crucial.
My cautiously optimistic guess is Sausages Surprise is a stew composed of many (if not all) sausage variations known to humankind from British bangers, to Spanish chorizo, to Bavarian White, to Polish Keblasa, to Chinese sausage, to Mexican chorizo, to New York dirty water hot dogs, American breakfast patties, California chicken sausage and Alaskan reindeer dogs.
Maybe she puts all sorts of different kinds of sausages into a big bowl, pulls out a bunch without checking what kind they are, and tosses them into the stew, so the “surprise” part comes from not knowing exactly which sausages are actually in the stew.
Is a reindeer dog like a basselope?
You can’t put Rosebud in Sausages Surprise, she’s an endangered species.
The better of the English hotel breakfast buffets I’ve encountered in my travels have multiple types of sausages, and I always have to try all of them. Often I have no appetite left for lunch.
No love for the Scotttish Lorne Sausage?
I would eat that. Given my druthers, and a clean crockpot, I would eat that tonight.
Sausages surprise is one of Lottie’s trademark dishes.
And based on her mum’s expression in the last panel, it’s apparently genuinely delicious.
Deep dive!
Beany Weenies
Or as Calvin called it, “Maggots in a gallstone sauce.” Something like that.
Cigar butts in a gallstone sauce:
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Bobby Problems will return in “Bobert Problems: Detective Chief Inspector”
So they’ve gone from X-Files to Kolchak, huh? What’s next?
Manimal?
No, no. Wrong decade. It’ll probably be Columbo. Classic 70’s detective television.
The thing about Columbo is that those shows were part of the NBC Mystery Movie and thus it takes a while to get through all of them.
That’s the problem with Kolchek too. It was a couple of TV movies and then a single season of a TV show.
I hope Lottie will not become Bobby Potter’s stalker someday. But that last panel and the dvd she chose are making that possibility sound VERY probable.
I knew Lottie would understand. Poor Claire looks absolutely exhausted.
And of course there’s some damn guy manspreading all over the bench so they can’t even sit down.
One time I mentioned manspreading under a comic (this could have been when they used to get posted to Facebook) and a very indignant fellow chipped in to say that maybe manspreaders are doing so because they literally cannot close their legs due to the volume, I assume, of their moth balls so LAY OFF OKAY. I still think about this frequently. Ergo, ladies (or anyone correctly seated), next time a fellow has formed the classic “seated vee”, remember that to collapse his position would crush his enormous, enormous plums.
I hit “moth balls” here and my brain went off the rails.
That’s a Bad Machinery callback of I believe 15-16 years
The mysteries of the moth farm!
The fellow on the bench seems to be photographing his moth balls for good measure.
I am unnecessarily tall, and my knees don’t so much bend as fold abruptly under pressure. I have frequently found myself forced to “manspread” on public transport because the seat placement was apparently designed by TINY CONTORTIONISTS.
I am, of course, mortified every time. And it’s nothing at all to do with me plum duff and custard.
Jonathan we know you would never manspread simply to increase the surface area of the patriarchy.
I don’t always manspread, but when I do I do it to increase the area of the patriacrchy!
There you have it, folks. The most interesting man at the bus stop.
Now I wonder how many people would actively try to increase the surface area to volume ratio of the patriarchy.
To dilute it, as it were? Interesting angle!
Being tall on public transport is always an acceptable excuse!
I hope that man received the medical attention he desperately needed
I believe the benchmark for “unfeasibly large testicles” has to be Buster Gonad, of course. Anything smaller than that, you (generic you here, obviously) don’t get to manspread. Not with that excuse, anyway.
“Hairy Problems and the Alchemist’s Soap”
final page tomorrow? it feels like just the beginning!
Is Lottie potty for Potter?
I remember the film Lottie refers to … Moby Kane. The one with Orson Welles as a whale.
I remember watching Kolchak: The Night Stalker at some point (probably in reruns during the summer.) but I cannot remember a single plot point. But I remember Darren McGavin as the goofy reporter. What a time to be young!
Claire needs to learn that you can’t protect people from problems by hiding them. That way lies madness and unexplained barn fires.
A couple of Tackleford Mystery Kids will probably find Kolchak somewhat mundane. Very much been there, done that for several episodes. But in my memory, the original movie was really scary, one of the better vampire films of all time.
As you can probably imagine, Lottie has rinsed the X Files and is now searching for that same hit elsewhere. I’ve only ever watched the Kolchak TV movies. He seemed to exclusively date sex workers in them. One of the TV movies had a plot that was repurposed in part for the X-Files – I think it was for the Eugene Tooms episode – the way he sleeps for long periods then remerges, unchanged.
Unsolicited suggestion: look into Fringe from the early 2000s. Very X-Files-ish, down to eventual dissolution into “Monster of the Week” v. “Lore” episodes.
I recently acquired (by paying too much) copies of both of the out-of-print (in the U.S., at least) TV movies, and I can assure you they hold up.
Kolchak: The Night Stalker is the name of the TV series. The original film was simply The Night Stalker.
Oh, dear. And here I thought I had rescuer syndrome.
YOU DON’T LOVE HIM, LOTTIE. YOU ONLY LOVE HIM FOR HIS PROBLEMS.
Claire’s expression in panel #2 melts my heart. 🙂
And here I thought we might cut to a bewildered-and-unchastely-clothed Mikey in Claire’s dorm.
Hmmm, wonder if that’s why Claire is so sleepy…
Honestly, you may be on to something. I don’t see any reason she would be tired in her last few appearances.
I see what you did there. He’s a hairy Potter, isn’t he? 😉
Sleepy Claire snuggling with Lottie with the :3 mouth is everything to me
The thought bubbles being composed of beard is an excellent choice.