Cupcakes?
Danger Nebula is the comic shop Esther worked at in Giant Days. I don’t think Lottie will be getting a job at a comic shop. She’d have no truck with people ghosting their “standing orders” amirite??? Blood would be spilled.
Scary Go Round :: Side Projects
The home of (some) Scary Go Round comics
It’s funny: I did not recognize the name of the shop, but I definitely recognize the owner as Esther’s old boss.
I also note that they have Batman stuff for sale. What are the Batman comics like, if people don’t know the identity of the real Batman?
Two options: either the Bobbinsverse Batman is his own secret identity – sleeping in his cowl, shopping for groceries in his cowl, appearing in his high school yearbook in his cowl. Sadly Batdad and Batmum died with their cowls on after taking him to learn from the example of Zorro, and he is tortured with the thought that the mystery of their identity will never be solved, since the killer stole their wallets.
OR, Batman comics have backup romance comic stories about billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne, but the writers have never considered a crossover, because the notion of him together with serious crimefighter Batman is absurd. Anyway, they’re never about at the same time of day, so there’s no realistic scenario to make that work.
Wow, I think you get a no-prize!
Wrong comics.
So a no no prize.
Since GD+B, I’m assuming that stuff like Batman comics and the Batpants Esther wore on that trip to Wales are official Batmerch, produced by some company that if you trace it back through all the various holding companies and so on turns out to be a wholly-owned subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises, who apparently somehow secured licensing from the Bat-like Man himself.
Batcomics are True Crime stories only slightly embellished to cast the Batman in the best possible light. Puts a whole new spin on Lottie wanting to pick up some Joker comics for her clown research.
I think Lex Luthor filed for the relevant trademarks and sells the merch, and every time they meet Bruce just glares daggers at him and he’s like “what, buddy? You don’t like it? Sue me. All you have to do is show up in court and explain that you’re the bat-like man. Under oath in open court. It’s easy!”
Bruce won’t, so he pockets the money and spends it on, you know, crimes.
Journey Into Problems is a very Bobbinsverse title for a comic
I’m surprised I’ve never seen that Polish Blue Velvet poster before! (It’s real and apparently a collector’s item).
We established earlier that Claire bought a cheap reprint.
A secret bar that prepares specialty coffees in customized quantities… if there’s such a place, I’m pretty sure Lottie will love it! Nice to see again the comic store. I kinda hope to see his loveliest customer again too, Dean Thompson ♡♡.
My Dad had a suit kinda like Lottie’s, except it was a sort of cream color with tiny red and orange crosshatching that wasn’t actually a tartan but more of a pound-store plaid. Jacket, trousers, and vest all matching. With brown shoes and a tie so wide you could use it as a hang-glider. It was hideous.
That was 1978.
My first suit out of college in 78 was a medium green plaid with flared trouser legs.
Lottie has been broken of serving proletarian coffees.
What is Lottie’s mainstream superhero comic expertise, do we know? I’m curious because I’m reminded how Esther pulled off her own BS take on Wolverine vs. Hulk despite having no idea what they even look like and scoring the job?
Lottie is particularly strong on manga
Shonen and crime manga. I’m afraid she will fail miserably if the question is about a shojo. I really hope to be wrong, but I can’t imagine Lottie reading Sailor Moon or Versail’s Rose.
Or Bloom Into You
This is exactly what my most recent job search was like.
Lottie would be great in the comic shop because she would bully all the comic nerds into submission easily, revenue would be up, theft would be down.
But there is no crime story in it because it has already been done in Giant Days
Dark Horizons went bust with my standing orders waiting to be picked up, ironically.
I wonder where Fred is now? Probably still reading all the stock he couldn’t send back.
In the parallel universe where Rumbelows went bust in ’95 (somewhere in the vicinity of Earth-9658), my local shop went under with my standing orders. I mention this mostly because the owner’s name was Fred.
I saw Infernal Sky Piss at Nintleby Town Hall, before all the late unpleasantness. They were opening for Bugs In The Salt.
Infernal Sky Piss failed to show up for this year’s festival. They were replaced by Evil Day Star. I felt cheated.
Milking unicorns! Sky piss! Lottie’s int3ernal monologue today is particularly delightful.
Infernal monologue!
I spent a long time in an unnamed German city and when I returned to north america all I wanted was huge mugs of drip coffee. My poor Canadian constitution was not made for tiny doses of nuclear strength coffee. That being said my at home mode is Italian stove top. I’m not a complete ingrate.
We’ve migrated to cowboy coffee… one saucepan, one strainer.
I am so excited for the mystery coffee shop ……
>infernal sky piss
The facilities team seems to have given up on The Big Blue Room. The HVAC controls have been busted for years! Plumbing is unreliable, some places are too wet, others too dry. How it manages to combine water leaks and static electricity is outgrageous. Who the heck left an open container of nuclear fire hanging in the rafters!?!
I’m intrigued by the possibility that, in Lottie’s universe, milking unicorns is an actual entry-level drudge job.
It was the runner-up option in Lottie’s career assessment report.
I had to go back and check that this wasn’t actually the case.
Probably not the same place where Susan and McGraw bought Lottie a venti frappuccino in Giant Days, and Susan ended up chucking it over the fence.
Among Lottie’s questions: Why do you have a moustache? and What’s the worst thing you ever found in it?
Crumbly candy bars,