Recently I’ve had a rash of former high-school acquaintances finding me on the internet and it’s hilarious how quickly their desire to “catch up” evaporates once they find out that I not only am NOT married with a mess o’ pups, I’ve never wanted to be. Priceless.
Perhaps if you were to draw funny pictures into one very large box, this would satisfy your good friend’s desire to quantify you as ‘doing well’. You could perhaps explain that you draw ‘hilarious’ ‘artwork’ into ‘EXTREMELY huge boxes’, and thus allow her to leave the conversation feeling satisfied that both of you are doing quite well, spiritually. Maybe invite Ashley (is her name Ashley?) over for coffee? Grown-ups drink coffee, and successful people too. Problem solved! - next, perhaps a problem with salespeople?
I ran into a girl I went to college with and it went about the same. She was dolled up and is designing these amazing silk and felted scarves sold in fancy boutiques, I was giggling and had a bike basket full of bourbon and comics….fail!
I have had the same exact conversation! Well, substitute “Fairfield” (ew) for “Pleasanton” (ew, ew!) and “drawing in little boxes” for “climbing around dusty theaters.”
My friends who are like that always like to comment on how I have always been so “special” (sounds SLIGHTLY less offensive in Icelandic). I secretly laugh at their fake nails, pure breed dogs and not-as-cute-as-I-tell-them-they-are babies.
You find cheerleaders and nerds at heart everywhere and anywhere.
Does that title have a double meaning? I feel like it should. Of course after Blonde Girl shits out nine screaming little football-playing brats her box won’t be so little anymore…
I hope you meet her again in twenty years and see how she’s hooked on sleeping pills and liquor because her husband left her for some barely legal fair-weather-fuck. Screw young, successful, walking cliches. Wisdom comes from shit happening to you, and nothing will happen to her worth remembering.
Lady, do the words “published author” and “book deal” mean anything to you? Fuck, you are traditionally far more successful than that little blonde trolip.
You rule - I love your comic. Found it by way of Joey Coumeau (i think?), and read it back to like 2003, or something really ridiculous. If I wasn’t moving soon (and thereby had both a place to put it, and excess cash with which to appropriate it), I’d totally buy your book! Remind me when I get there.
What the hell’s going on in your comment section?
You know you’ve blown up when you start getting incomprehensibly and unfailing adoration.
In the same thread.
nice… seeing people from highschool is always interesting… most of the people I went to school with are locked into loveless marriages with kids they resent. Alot of “remember highschool” talk. sad… silly and sad.
Good stuff. Having just got married and bought a house at 33, I can fully recommend having an edge of life existance for a good few years. Makes you want to keep appreciating the edge of life stuff - wehter that be your own or other freinds stuff. Though I have to admit that I’m still working on a strategy to get the wife to go to Afghanistan (with me).
Also makes those obligitory smug married dinner parties a whole lot more interesting when you actually have some life experience - there are downsides, of course, but lets face it, this isn’t a copy of “Salon” so theres no need to go into some expository rubbish about the pros and cons of married vs single life.
As an aside, I like that your ‘foreground’ eyebrow is pretty much always drawn the same. Makes it seem like cartoon-you is always . . . a little bit skeptical or something to that effect.
Anyways . . .
I like how everyone is applauding you for being broke. That’s how people like their artists… Broke.. roomates with cockroaches.. and/or being a raging alcoholic, in and out of mental hospitals or drug rehab centers, going days without eating.. hiding from bill collectors…
They’ll love you.. especially if you sold them your life’s work for $15 and then jumped off a bridge.
They would praise your genius, as they sold your work for thousands of dollars.
Man, you guys are as snobby as “Ashley” or whoever, you just have different standards. Different things make different people happy, and not everyone is the creative independent type.
…on the hillside; little boxes, made of ticky tacky!
How wonderful. This happens to me too. “So, Katie, what have you done so far in life?” “I dropped out of high school and moved to San Francisco; I still don’t have a job! Whee!”
This is wonderful. I’ve been reading everything in the archives since seeing you speak at HeroesCon today (wish I’d had a chance to stop by and say hi, but I had a hectic schedule), and this comic made me stop and write something, because it’s wonderful to be reminded why I love to make comics summed up so well. Thank you very much. You do great work.
P.S. i know this is way late but i read a comment from a shitface named Gary saying stuff about artists. To him…so the fuck what? People do what makes them happy. I have ran into bums that enjoy being bums. Fuck that guy’s social standards.
I just learned about this comic and I don’t know how I was ignorant of its existence for so long. How you got so many details of my life without me knowing…I have no idea. But I’m glad you can draw my experiences better than I can. What you say? This isn’t my life you are depicting, but an autobiography? Hmm. That is disturbing. Now I don’t feel original at all.
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March 31st, 2008 at 8:57 am
i cherish those moments with my former classmates. extra points for getting those awkward silences or visible flinching.
March 31st, 2008 at 8:59 am
HA! HA! It’s funny because it’s true!
March 31st, 2008 at 9:13 am
two completely separate worlds.. reminds me of me and my ex
March 31st, 2008 at 9:23 am
Yay for the little boxes. Without them we’d all be bored! You’re doing the world a service, and we thank you!
March 31st, 2008 at 9:34 am
Her life DOES suck! If you enjoy working in real estate you’re probably a horrible person who likes lying to people.
March 31st, 2008 at 9:36 am
Recently I’ve had a rash of former high-school acquaintances finding me on the internet and it’s hilarious how quickly their desire to “catch up” evaporates once they find out that I not only am NOT married with a mess o’ pups, I’ve never wanted to be. Priceless.
March 31st, 2008 at 9:40 am
Ohhh!
(with feeling)
“Little Boxes, on the hillside, little BOXES made of ticky-tacky.”
Though I’m one to talk. All Greenpoint houses are made of ticky tacky. Though they call it tzikjy-tzajky.
March 31st, 2008 at 9:46 am
Perhaps if you were to draw funny pictures into one very large box, this would satisfy your good friend’s desire to quantify you as ‘doing well’. You could perhaps explain that you draw ‘hilarious’ ‘artwork’ into ‘EXTREMELY huge boxes’, and thus allow her to leave the conversation feeling satisfied that both of you are doing quite well, spiritually. Maybe invite Ashley (is her name Ashley?) over for coffee? Grown-ups drink coffee, and successful people too. Problem solved! - next, perhaps a problem with salespeople?
March 31st, 2008 at 9:47 am
you so win.
March 31st, 2008 at 9:54 am
and so it goes…
March 31st, 2008 at 10:02 am
I ran into a girl I went to college with and it went about the same. She was dolled up and is designing these amazing silk and felted scarves sold in fancy boutiques, I was giggling and had a bike basket full of bourbon and comics….fail!
March 31st, 2008 at 10:29 am
I enjoy your little boxes!
Also Fairifield? Dude that town has some funky areas.
Honestly your life is cooler
March 31st, 2008 at 11:00 am
*sigh* i only hope when i’m enough out of high school to have these conversations they go this well….
March 31st, 2008 at 11:00 am
haha i like this one. she wanted to tout her sweet life and you totally deflected her attempts. little boxes are always better than real estate
March 31st, 2008 at 11:02 am
“Fairfield - At least it’s not Vacaville!”
March 31st, 2008 at 11:13 am
This made me smile.
March 31st, 2008 at 11:16 am
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahh life.
March 31st, 2008 at 11:29 am
I have had the same exact conversation! Well, substitute “Fairfield” (ew) for “Pleasanton” (ew, ew!) and “drawing in little boxes” for “climbing around dusty theaters.”
March 31st, 2008 at 11:52 am
I love the way you draw yourself in these comics, especially the facial expressions.
March 31st, 2008 at 11:55 am
How da heck did you know her in the beginning?! Seems like a person not your type.
March 31st, 2008 at 12:05 pm
My friends who are like that always like to comment on how I have always been so “special” (sounds SLIGHTLY less offensive in Icelandic). I secretly laugh at their fake nails, pure breed dogs and not-as-cute-as-I-tell-them-they-are babies.
You find cheerleaders and nerds at heart everywhere and anywhere.
March 31st, 2008 at 1:45 pm
Does that title have a double meaning? I feel like it should. Of course after Blonde Girl shits out nine screaming little football-playing brats her box won’t be so little anymore…
Three cheers for Julia and her little box[es]!
March 31st, 2008 at 3:16 pm
I hope you meet her again in twenty years and see how she’s hooked on sleeping pills and liquor because her husband left her for some barely legal fair-weather-fuck. Screw young, successful, walking cliches. Wisdom comes from shit happening to you, and nothing will happen to her worth remembering.
March 31st, 2008 at 3:25 pm
Lady, do the words “published author” and “book deal” mean anything to you? Fuck, you are traditionally far more successful than that little blonde trolip.
March 31st, 2008 at 3:25 pm
In response to what Beth said: I pray to God I’m as lucky to be doing that when I’m out of high school.
March 31st, 2008 at 5:15 pm
Whoo julia, KEEPIN IT REAL.
Why do all the douchebags from high school always end up going into real estate?!?!?!
March 31st, 2008 at 5:43 pm
You SO rock…
March 31st, 2008 at 6:11 pm
There’s nothing like running into someone from the past who has the shittiest life possible. Married with real estate? That would blow so hard.
March 31st, 2008 at 6:17 pm
SIGH! haha
You rule - I love your comic. Found it by way of Joey Coumeau (i think?), and read it back to like 2003, or something really ridiculous. If I wasn’t moving soon (and thereby had both a place to put it, and excess cash with which to appropriate it), I’d totally buy your book! Remind me when I get there.
March 31st, 2008 at 6:45 pm
What the hell’s going on in your comment section?
You know you’ve blown up when you start getting incomprehensibly and unfailing adoration.
In the same thread.
March 31st, 2008 at 8:07 pm
nice… seeing people from highschool is always interesting… most of the people I went to school with are locked into loveless marriages with kids they resent. Alot of “remember highschool” talk. sad… silly and sad.
March 31st, 2008 at 8:50 pm
Heh heh heh! You seriously rock.
March 31st, 2008 at 9:25 pm
Oh dear god, Fairfield is so trashy.
March 31st, 2008 at 10:09 pm
This is my favorite Fart Party ever.
EVER.
March 31st, 2008 at 10:24 pm
My mother is a realtor. It’s okay, she’s a natural-born liar.
April 1st, 2008 at 12:14 am
Your job is so much better.
April 1st, 2008 at 12:26 am
She probably started an argument with her husband that night out of jealousy for your awesome life.
April 1st, 2008 at 2:37 am
Ha. Owning a house is for schmuks.
April 1st, 2008 at 3:27 am
Good stuff. Having just got married and bought a house at 33, I can fully recommend having an edge of life existance for a good few years. Makes you want to keep appreciating the edge of life stuff - wehter that be your own or other freinds stuff. Though I have to admit that I’m still working on a strategy to get the wife to go to Afghanistan (with me).
Also makes those obligitory smug married dinner parties a whole lot more interesting when you actually have some life experience - there are downsides, of course, but lets face it, this isn’t a copy of “Salon” so theres no need to go into some expository rubbish about the pros and cons of married vs single life.
April 1st, 2008 at 3:36 am
Everyone in high school was a cunt including ourselves so it’s awkward to have living reminders of that.
I was thinking of moving to New York City someday… but you you have put it into the “visit only” category.
April 1st, 2008 at 6:44 am
Real estate is a fate worse than death. Probably.
As an aside, I like that your ‘foreground’ eyebrow is pretty much always drawn the same. Makes it seem like cartoon-you is always . . . a little bit skeptical or something to that effect.
Anyways . . .
April 1st, 2008 at 2:41 pm
hi, how r you? i like your comics a lot
get marry? that’s too boring! it’s better being single (and free, hehe)
c ya!
April 2nd, 2008 at 2:38 am
Hahaha. Best comic yet.
April 2nd, 2008 at 12:06 pm
Fairfield, real estate, and married to a financial adviser at that age? ….uuuuum, no thanks. lol
April 2nd, 2008 at 9:31 pm
I like how everyone is applauding you for being broke. That’s how people like their artists… Broke.. roomates with cockroaches.. and/or being a raging alcoholic, in and out of mental hospitals or drug rehab centers, going days without eating.. hiding from bill collectors…
They’ll love you.. especially if you sold them your life’s work for $15 and then jumped off a bridge.
They would praise your genius, as they sold your work for thousands of dollars.
April 2nd, 2008 at 9:49 pm
didn’t you get the memo? Being broke is the new black.
April 3rd, 2008 at 1:37 pm
I’m so late. I’m sorry.
Was the first thing out of her mouth that she got married two years ago and it’s “fantastic”?
That’s kind of weird. (Honestly, my first reaction to that was “Hah, who are you kidding?” Does that make me a cynic?)
ps. If I give all my money away does that count as being broke? How about if I don’t give away my money but just live on vendo-snacks?
April 3rd, 2008 at 6:50 pm
Yeh, but does she have US, a bunch of flaky sycophants?! I don’t think so!
April 7th, 2008 at 10:28 am
Yeah.. I got my gf preggo so we have a kid/house/all that…
And honest to goodness, I dream about doing what you’re doing all the time. You definitely win.
April 11th, 2008 at 1:54 pm
ya its def that, when i jsut tried it with my @mcmaster.ca all my previous comments got deleted, kinda weird….
April 23rd, 2008 at 9:46 pm
Yeah, because living like a twelve year old with 30 is, like, totally cool.
May 25th, 2008 at 3:14 am
Man, you guys are as snobby as “Ashley” or whoever, you just have different standards. Different things make different people happy, and not everyone is the creative independent type.
May 26th, 2008 at 5:01 pm
…on the hillside; little boxes, made of ticky tacky!
How wonderful. This happens to me too. “So, Katie, what have you done so far in life?” “I dropped out of high school and moved to San Francisco; I still don’t have a job! Whee!”
June 22nd, 2008 at 10:36 pm
This is wonderful. I’ve been reading everything in the archives since seeing you speak at HeroesCon today (wish I’d had a chance to stop by and say hi, but I had a hectic schedule), and this comic made me stop and write something, because it’s wonderful to be reminded why I love to make comics summed up so well. Thank you very much. You do great work.
March 11th, 2009 at 11:43 pm
Dude seriously, her life does suck. How boring.
March 11th, 2009 at 11:46 pm
P.S. i know this is way late but i read a comment from a shitface named Gary saying stuff about artists. To him…so the fuck what? People do what makes them happy. I have ran into bums that enjoy being bums. Fuck that guy’s social standards.
March 22nd, 2009 at 11:12 pm
well, we know how well realtors and financial advisors are doing these days…
September 12th, 2009 at 8:59 pm
I just learned about this comic and I don’t know how I was ignorant of its existence for so long. How you got so many details of my life without me knowing…I have no idea. But I’m glad you can draw my experiences better than I can. What you say? This isn’t my life you are depicting, but an autobiography? Hmm. That is disturbing. Now I don’t feel original at all.