You’ve never met com-sci major then, they make typos in their speech XD
(not that I am making fun of them, this is from my friend who make fun of himself before we even understand what he is trying to say, and I minor in com-sci)
I work at Disneyland. From childhood, any time I had a dream that took place at Disneyland, I spent the entire dream lost. Do you know where this is going? Because I don’t know where I’m going.
I prefer “Fiving” makes me think Bug is trying to slap some skin with the bowling balls. Instead of rewriting that word you should just draw and arm on the bowling ball *nod*
I’ve had experience with this type of thing.
It is not a typo, it is his dream replacing the proper verb with another word.
It’s like you’re dreaming and you are going to eat pancakes. Except the pancakes are really small firetrucks. Yet everyone says and acts like they’re pancakes, including you. When you don’t know you’re dreaming these things don’t not make sense.
And, wow, do I wish my workmares featured anything like cobras and bowling balls. They’re usually a distillation of the dullest possible day frosted with the worst feeling of deadline stress. I want to submit an overtime slip to the boss when I arrive in the morning.
Last night, I dreamed I was in an abandoned building with a group of people fighting to prevent the end of the universe. All I really remember about it was there was a lady with medium-length red hair with a Mosin Nagant who I was talking to while a guy who was built like a WWE wrestler wearing a luchador mask and tights was all over the place. He also had a shirt on which said “DESTROY THE UNIVERSE” and seemed really crazy. I think he was supposed to represent my friend Dan, which should say a lot about my friend Dan. My dreams tend to not make a load of sense.
I, too, have dreamt of being at work, only to wake up and discover I have to get up and go to work. (sigh)
I’ve even asked my supervisor if there’s a charge number I can charge to when I dream about work. I mean, there’s no point in spending all day AND all night at work, so I might as well get credit for the work I do in my sleep.
Great comic, but typo in panel 4!! Trying to *File* bowling balls, not *Five*
Nah, I think he’s trying to “five” the bowling balls in the cabinet. A drawing error, not a typo. (Five like high or low)
Oops. Good catch. Will fix.
“trying to FIVE bowling balls”?
Did you mean file?
I believe there is a typo in the last panel
I love that there’s a typo. Makes you human 😀
I believe there’s a bug in the last panel 😀
I believe there are *two* bugs in the last panel 😀
GUYS he clearly does want to five bowling balls in the last panel. It’s practically the same as I three cups of coffees every morning!
This comic is hand-lettered. How is this a typo? We want answers, Adam!
You’ve never met com-sci major then, they make typos in their speech XD
(not that I am making fun of them, this is from my friend who make fun of himself before we even understand what he is trying to say, and I minor in com-sci)
Maybe he was thinking it’s about time to leave the office?
Makes perfect sense to me in dream-speak.
Oh, and I also HATE it when I dream of work. WTF? I’m off the clock. No fair assuming control of my personal-time subconcious!
🙂
I will now Five my friends. to hell wit high fivin
Woo! Made the first comment here without a reference to the typo!
…darn.
Picard would insist, that there are only four bowling balls.
*LIKE*
I work at Disneyland. From childhood, any time I had a dream that took place at Disneyland, I spent the entire dream lost. Do you know where this is going? Because I don’t know where I’m going.
I prefer “Fiving” makes me think Bug is trying to slap some skin with the bowling balls. Instead of rewriting that word you should just draw and arm on the bowling ball *nod*
I’ve had experience with this type of thing.
It is not a typo, it is his dream replacing the proper verb with another word.
It’s like you’re dreaming and you are going to eat pancakes. Except the pancakes are really small firetrucks. Yet everyone says and acts like they’re pancakes, including you. When you don’t know you’re dreaming these things don’t not make sense.
Exactly.
The dreams I hate most are about high school. I graduated from high school 13 years ago I don’t need to be reminded of the pain!
Seconded. And I never know why I’m back there, either. It’s awful.
‘Round these parts, we call those “workmares”.
And, wow, do I wish my workmares featured anything like cobras and bowling balls. They’re usually a distillation of the dullest possible day frosted with the worst feeling of deadline stress. I want to submit an overtime slip to the boss when I arrive in the morning.
Try filing them in the black hole out back m
Adam, Do you have an office job? Is it too early to start “bugging” you about a book out in time for Christmas?
Yes I do and it’s the main reason why the book has taken so long. I hope to have book one available this Christmas.
Last night, I dreamed I was in an abandoned building with a group of people fighting to prevent the end of the universe. All I really remember about it was there was a lady with medium-length red hair with a Mosin Nagant who I was talking to while a guy who was built like a WWE wrestler wearing a luchador mask and tights was all over the place. He also had a shirt on which said “DESTROY THE UNIVERSE” and seemed really crazy. I think he was supposed to represent my friend Dan, which should say a lot about my friend Dan. My dreams tend to not make a load of sense.
Sweet cartoon!
I, too, have dreamt of being at work, only to wake up and discover I have to get up and go to work. (sigh)
I’ve even asked my supervisor if there’s a charge number I can charge to when I dream about work. I mean, there’s no point in spending all day AND all night at work, so I might as well get credit for the work I do in my sleep.
2nd panel- really wish the mouse was a real mouse. It would work so well!
Actually, there is a worse kind of dream.
It’s the dream where you encounter some young and interested sweet thing and you say….
… “that’s very flattering but I’m married.”
The dreams fine it’s the waking up and realizing what you passed up that the grab and twist.
On the other hand, when you can’t even cheat in your dreams, that’s how you know you’re really committed.
Cute cobras. Well, by cobra standards
It can’t be a horrible boss if “really laying into him” consists of telling him you don’t care much for his policies ;).