Not exactly strip related, but I just saw Adam from Mythbusters wearing his Infini-Tee shirt at the beginning of todays episode "Walk a Straight Line" on the Discovery channel. Nice Scott!
Will ya'll nevermind the so called typos or grammar errors already?! You obviously understood the intent.
If you're trying to get Scott to hire you as a copy editor, there are probably more convincing ways than publicly red-marking his comics in the comments section.
Have you ever thought of politely sending him a private email?
Or duplicate the comic, make the corrections, and then either: a) email him the pic; b) email the pic with a "Held for Ransom" watermark; or c) post them on your own website called basicinstructionsredmarked.net and hope _anonymous_ doesn't take you down for defiling Scott's work.
These comments are disrespectfully crafted as the wasteful "first" posts, and as pointless as even this comment itself.
Scott, my cats barf on my carpets too! Worse, my brother's cat barf on MY carpet! Curse him, he should go barf in .my brother's stuff, not mine! I totally agree with the first panel, I would totally train my cats to barf on my neighbour's house. =)
Panel one FTW. Oh, heck, all four FTW. Have cats (and a dog) and the Litlle Green machine, so this strip is so close to my life, I thought for a moment that you must have been spying on my house for inspiration.
As for comments throughout these two pages, I cringed with relatability every time I read about barefoot barf detection... anyone who's done it knows that awful, annoying feeling! An interesting corolary: no matter how big the room in which the cat puked actually is and no matter where in that room the puke is located, you will happen to step into said puke.
Finally, my new motto shall be "I may be doing something pointless, but at least I'm doing something." (I still hope to have time to utter "Bdarg!" on my deathbead, though!)
What a masterpiece! Thanks for the long laugh. As someone who has owned twelve long-lived cats over the past three decades, I've been using the "apathy" approach, meaning I've decided that cats matter and carpet stains don't. For that approach to work, it helps to have a beat-up carpet that's almost three decades old. It also helps to know someone whose neurotic cat pees on bed pillows. Compared to that, my carpet-barfing cats are fuzzy little angels.
Interesting most of all its comments are........
I'm suprised the rest of the pedants haven't picked this up yet... but the 'Isn't' in the third panel should be 'isn't' as it is in the middle of the sentence. Sorry.
A simpler solution would be to get rid of the cat and get a dog. Dogs are much more agreeable pets. Jus' sayin'.
We call our heavy loud machine the "Shitsucker 2000". With 3 large dogs (and their fondness for feral-cat poop) in the household we keep that thing plugged in 24/7. Yes, our (beige) carpets are now the color and consistency of a forest floor, but every time I whip out that Shitsucker 2000 I feel a little pang of pride for "doing something".
I've never been able to figure out why cats are smart enough to poop and pee in the litter box, but they just won't puke in there.
I mean, we vomit in our toilets, don't we?
I could apply to this if you were to replace "cats barfing on the carpet," with "brother sneezing on brand-new computer screen."
Ahhh, the Bissel 'Little Green Machine' - nothing like spending 20 minutes on your hands and knees slowly moving a stain around. I think my enemies just convinced me to get a cat in the first place
"oh man...did u proof read this one while u were half asleep"
For someone who complains about proof reading, it's shocking how many grammatical errors you make in pointing out someone else's faults.
And here I was thinking that the loud noise of the machine would be to condition your cat to stop barfing :P
Oh man, this comic is exactly my life. Seriously Scott, are you watching me? *runs to close curtains* I have the identical problem, and I bought the identical Little Green machine to solve it....
At least I'm proud to say that I've finally managed to train my barfy cat not to do it on the light beige carpet (as much) through the tried-and-true technique of Scaring the Crap Out of Him Until He Runs Mid-Barf Into the Tiled Hall.
Or, failing that, my other (either incredibly dumb or evil genius) cat will run over to gobble up the residue and lick the carpet clean, so.... self-cleaning cat duo ftw!
When our cats barf, I just call the dog. She thinks of their barf as a treat!
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