Doom and Doom II are classics, but Doom3 I just can’t get into. This comic marks the last time I seriously tried. As a result of the approach I describe in the comic, I went from pretending to be annoyed to actually annoyed and stopped having any fun altogether. Also, the weapons feel wimpy. Bleh. [November 14, 2011]
It seems, in retrospect, like sometimes I’m pretty tough on my Educational Assistant job. Obviously — or possibly not — I exaggerate for the sake of the comic. For instance, I don’t mention that the shredding was actually kind of a welcome reprieve from dealing with the students constantly. Also there was a stereo nearby, and listening to music you like makes any job nicer.
Do I have any idea what the job in panel 2 is supposed to be? No. No I do not. Looking at it now I can only guess that it involves putting glue on small boxes. [November 7, 2011]
This is a story that is one hundred percent true. I was an usher that night at the movie theatre, and these dudes showed up tipsy. I don’t remember the exact circumstances but in any case we had to eject them. Usually we got tipped off by people being too noisy in the theatre — patrons in Winkler are typically pretty reserved while watching, so drunken idiots braying at the screen stand out quickly.
One of the two guys was at least trying to get the other one to leave quietly once they’d been ejected, but that guy was having none of it and decided to get up in my face. (At least he wasn’t physical about it. I’m really not a fighter.) Over and over, he asked: “Don’t you know who I am?!” to which I would honestly reply “no”. But that threat really only works if you back it up, and he never did. Then they left. [May 22, 2011]
