Agh, the bad semester. I will never forget the professor who removed me from her class basically because I disagreed with her opinions that she backed up with magazine clippings from 1988.
I can’t read the Harvest epitaph but it’s not like it’s the first or only time we were depicted as dead. My character seemed to only ever have his last words as his epitaph, which is pretty decent if slightly cartoonish way to go.
I’m so glad that the “Spalt” typo all the way from HHNF gets a call back. Typos annoyed me intensely at the time, so it’s amazing I didn’t do a pixel-by-pixel edit to the original strip. As far as these strips look now, this second one is somehow brighter and clearer than its predecessor, and I have no idea why.
Good old Community College is a prison joke. It was actually the best part of college. Had my social anxiety taken a slightly quieter back seat, I may have even enjoyed going to the place. Shoutout to Massasoit Community College in Brockton, MA. Your reputation betrays you!
