I’m thinking a lot about that one ill-fated semester of college in Vermont because of these strips. What brought me there was the end product of far-flung boredom and lack of foresight. What got me out of there was realizing I had much more well developed versions of those things back in Massachusetts.
How much I liked DDR back then is… troubling. I could see myself playing DDR exactly one more time in my life purely as a proof-of-concept of my own mortality and surely not wanting to look back on the dumb things I used to do anymore, right?
Getting an “A” into the word “extreme” is an accomplishment, especially from a bygone era where we didn’t say words like “stream” every day. Also, jumping from the top of an amphitheater down to its center when you are in sub-suburban Vermont, which is what actually happened in the strip as depicted, remains today to be one of the greatest ideas ever had.
