Lottie is adorable and totally in love♡, but Claire is right, don’t passionately kiss your sweetheart in front of your VERY sensitive childhood friend! Also Glenn, poor Glenn… The Swamp King looks like one of the nice inhabitants of the Sea around Tredregyn. Nice to see they have their own official board game.
Board games have been used throughout history to defuse high-stakes conflicts. Cooler heads prevailed in the 1972–3 Iceland/UK Cod War after an all-night Candyland marathon among the lead negotiators.
Honestly just as well that the attache from Admiral Pollock got trapped in the Gumdrop Forest… and just as well they weren’t playing Diplomacy, elsewise that Cod War would have turned hot!
I’m not convinced that Candyland is a game. It’s one of that genre, like War, where there is no actual player choice whatsoever; the outcome of the game is predetermined when the cards are shuffled, and everything else is just going through the tedious mechanical process of finding out who’s already won.
going into business with friends and family often goes like this. Every non-union job (i.e. jobs that get things done) have mostly incorrect job descriptions… doing what needs to be done for your friends usually means managing their dream projects (dreams are not valuable; only suffering) — you know, them following their passions into bankruptcy.
As an engineer, that’s not my experience at all… but I absolutely believe it is a common one. (I get paid to tell reality to sit down and shut up, and so long as I keep the trades in pastries I get away with it.)
After several circuits of the board it is revealed that the Master of the Mangrove is Des.
Fishman-Thing
All who know basic common sense burn at the touch of The Des-Thing.
There’s some passion in that pashin’
I haven’t seen a Pashin’ like that since Daisy started crushing on Ingrid in Giant Days.
I’m not really sure how Lottie’s going to solve problems when it appears her brain has turned into tapioca.
Why solve problems when you can make your own?
No… wait…
Is that metaphorical smoke, or should someone be checking on the kitchenette?
In any case, it would seem that Glenn’s mild-mannered pills have worn off. I think his business acumen has been offended enough to rouse passion.
There is the equivalent of a medical waste fire in his brain.
Claire’s worries have been assuaged and now it’s her turn to play firefighter.
The Aurora Borealis, confined entirely to the space above Glenn’s head.
At this time of year?!
It would be the Aurora Australis. He’s from NZ.
Managing the K-Pop group? Is this the intriguing business that Lottie was on about? No wonder Gnash is upset.
Then again, maybe he could have the group start doing Kiwi-Pop (if that’s a thing).
It can be. I mean, K-Pop wasn’t a thing until it was a thing.
Kiwi Pop is the Finn Brothers and the Flying Nun record label
What rhymes with ‘Pineapple Lumps’?
“My Nap Galumphs” comes to mind. Determining how the lyrics are supposed to tie those together is beyond my pay grade.
Lottie is adorable and totally in love♡, but Claire is right, don’t passionately kiss your sweetheart in front of your VERY sensitive childhood friend! Also Glenn, poor Glenn… The Swamp King looks like one of the nice inhabitants of the Sea around Tredregyn. Nice to see they have their own official board game.
The guilty look on Lottie’s face answers all my questions.
Lottie is busted!
And she was bussed!
Board games have been used throughout history to defuse high-stakes conflicts. Cooler heads prevailed in the 1972–3 Iceland/UK Cod War after an all-night Candyland marathon among the lead negotiators.
Right up until the penultimate draft, the joint communiqué included a call for Milton Bradley to stop releasing “such lame-ass games.”
Honestly just as well that the attache from Admiral Pollock got trapped in the Gumdrop Forest… and just as well they weren’t playing Diplomacy, elsewise that Cod War would have turned hot!
Hey now! Candyland isn’t that lame-ass (when you’re five – or playing it with someone who is).
I’m not convinced that Candyland is a game. It’s one of that genre, like War, where there is no actual player choice whatsoever; the outcome of the game is predetermined when the cards are shuffled, and everything else is just going through the tedious mechanical process of finding out who’s already won.
Wasn’t “Mothtly harmleth” a description given to the earth in a well known travel guide?
Time to finish up that sub-ether signaling device.
And find my towel.
What, you don’t know where your towel is?
Not hoopy, man. Not hoopy.
So what’s the name of the band? Isn’t that the most important thing when starting a new band? I bet there’s an AI for that, ChatGPT perhaps.
This will shortly be revealed
It’s… it’s “Boyhole,” isn’t it 😬
No need to make a song and dance about it, Glym…
Oh.
The S.S Lottie has sunk in the Love Sea. Searchers will find a bunch of soggy detective journals and a very confused Kate Winslet.
“GIRB”?
Is that a British or Kiwi reference, or did Glenn finally give up his own name?
It’s funny how Glenn’s been wearing that shirt since January 13th
(or technically longer), and people keep noticing it for the first time and making variants of the same (admittedly funny) joke.
Bad decisions are made under the influence of post-coital endorphins.
going into business with friends and family often goes like this. Every non-union job (i.e. jobs that get things done) have mostly incorrect job descriptions… doing what needs to be done for your friends usually means managing their dream projects (dreams are not valuable; only suffering) — you know, them following their passions into bankruptcy.
Maybe they can find some willing investors?
As an engineer, that’s not my experience at all… but I absolutely believe it is a common one. (I get paid to tell reality to sit down and shut up, and so long as I keep the trades in pastries I get away with it.)
When I want to change the subject quickly, I use “How ’bout them Red Sox?!”
Oh, poor Lottie! Being as deliriously in love as she is in panel two has never worked out well for anyone.