I am perhaps inordinately proud of the game I created in panel 1. There’s the Star Wars and golf hazard references, of course, but if you ever played Microsoft Golf way back in the day you probably heard your Male Golfer say “it’s in the sand” with utter kill-me-now resignation more than once. [August 7, 2012]
Oh hey,
I forgot to ask for more Friday mailbag entries the other day.
Send ’em to journalcomic at gmail dot com
because I’m running low, you see!
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]
