To touch the void
The videos I had to watch about t-bar ski lifts while drawing this page. I could feel my life ebbing away. But boy, I came away “informed”.
Bad Machinery
New comics by John Allison
The videos I had to watch about t-bar ski lifts while drawing this page. I could feel my life ebbing away. But boy, I came away “informed”.
I get the feeling Bee could use a re-watch of the 検出の原理 video.
Ah! Clair sees Bee! Game recognizes game, kinda.
I suspect Claire suspects that Beate may have had something to do with the threatening note Claire and Lottie found at their table. https://badmachinery.com/comic/a-lot-of-very-similar-haircuts/
White outfit. Black gloves. Is Claire the companion that Bee confided in the last strip that she suspects these are the theives? That makes no apparent sense. How certain are we that this is Claire
No; 100% certain
Thanks.
She’s such an unpopular little bug…
This is the tragedy of Bad Typecasting!!!
This does rather look like Bad Charlotte’s super(ish) villain origin story.
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Ah. Captain ruddy obvious, me.
Beate would not do well as an undercover agent. Coming on too strong.
That’s her strategy, because nobody would ever suspect her!
Great at data analysis, but no people skills.
Sorry, Bee, but one of the most basic tenets of investigating and eavesdropping is Discretion.
Bea’s strength is not in people-facing field work, apparently.
On the other hand, she did impress them with her skiing prowess.
Coloradan here. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a t-bar lift in my whole life. I assume that they’re more prevalent at older East Coast and California ski resorts. And Europe too.
They’re around in major CO resorts too; you just need to get higher up 😉
Well, her best friend is apparently imaginary, so that should tell you something…
No doubt after the X-teenth watching of the t-bar lifecycle, you felt as if you had Touched The Void.
I assume that T-bar ski lifts are not as interesting as paternosters.
A ski lift is kind of like a paternoster, if you think about it.
Paternoster, but tilted
So be careful of ski lifts when playing paternoster pinball. Got it.
I could never resist the urge to sit on the t-bar. Lift operators hated me.
My droogs, real men drop from helicopters onto vertical glacier faces.
Well, once anyway…
Bah, helicopters. Real men climb the glacier face.
A glacier? Luxury! Why, when we were growing up we had to get up an hour before dawn to make our own snow from ice cubes, and father would beat us with a broken ski if it weren’t proper champagne powder.
Try telling kids that these days, though.
At Tuckerman’s ravine on Mt Washington, you hike up to the top.
And, as often as not, get chased by a deadly wall of snow on the way down.
I must admit that Claire’s little onesie is the gift that keeps on giving.
I’m imagining the faint trail of perfume in her wake. Eau Claire.
Only in Wisconsin.
Bea is trying too hard, but that comment was still too harsh. Bad, bad nihilist! Can’t tell if Claire is just observing the three suspects or is judging very bad Bea’s really naïve approach.
Why not both? Observing and judging go well together.
I have a suspicion hat whatever befalls Beate, which she will blame Charlotte for, will actually have been these three garbage boys’ fault.
I think Claire is wearing a suspicion hat.
There’s something a bit Point Break about these lads.
They’re Nihilists. More like Point Bleak.
Pointless Bleak?
Isn’t that a Rolling Stones song?
I ski a black trail and I call it pointless bleak
No feelings anymore, I want them to turn bleak
I see the girls go by dressed in their skiing clothes
Going to have to ditch this one, I’m not sure what she knows
That looks so like a place I ski in Norway! Which also has some cracking T-Bar lifts, as well as a variety of exciting button lifts up some vertical-looking tree-lined ice. When not actually skiing, it’s usually worth chilling out and watching people fall off them.
I once failed to remain upright on skis and ended up face-down in a starfish shape with snow up my nose in front of an impatient queue for the T-bar
They were nice enough to help gather my skis and poles, although mainly to get me out of the way quicker…
Ah, fond memories
Touching the Void is the title of Joe Simpson’s book about the events that befell Simon Yates and him during their descent from Siula Grande in the Peruvian Andes. It’s a harrowing tale in many ways, particularly when it comes to Yates’ dilemma and his fateful decision that haunts him to this day.
So, I expect there is a crevasse in the near future for somebody.
Checkhov’s Void.
When you touch the void… (takes long drag on a Gauloise) …the void also touches you, non?
If only Beate’s backstory was at somewhere like a Medieval Times center instead
That would be about 50% less ebbed away life
Long live the T Bar. I think I found the exact example and it still doesn’t really make sense in my head
Finally catching up after John left twitter. I’m engrossed!
Sorry for abandoning you there, Taylor, glad to have you back.
My wife is learning to ski and your mention of the T-bar sparked a youtube watch session of all the antiquated death traps she will never experience in this age of magic carpets and detachable chairlifts.
“back in my day, we had to hold onto the rope tow until our gloves ripped, our hands blistered and our shoulders popped out of the sockets. When the kid in front of you toppled over on the J-bar, you had about 4 sec to bail before you ended up in the middle of a pile-up because that rope wasn’t going to stop moving.”
For some reason, she now seems reluctant to get back out on the mountain.
Good times, Thanks!
John, I just got a page on my Facebook feed with a page from one of your Solver comics. I looked at the user’s page (the user name was the single name “Reddington”), and it was filled with out-of-context pages from your work, with the caption “Best comic today!” over each, and no mention of you or where the pages came from.
I was last on Facebook in… 2013? 2014? Unless I was Reddington all along.
Honestly, it looks like a bot of some sort. Have you been keeping an eye on Nemulon?
When did the gravatars change? Did I slip in to a parallel universe or is Des on holiday?
The default Gravatar keeps breaking (not sure why) so until I fix it I have switched everyone over to auto-generated robot mode.
Are they random or assigned by Name?
Usually they’re assigned based on a hash of the provided email address. If you don’t like your auto-generated robot, fiddling with the capitalization of the email can change its hash value without making it a “different” email for automoderation purposes.
My butt is cringing just looking at those T-Bar seats