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Moby's Tomatohol Car Wednesday, March 9, 2005 • read strip Viewing 57 comments:

I would also like to hear about a car that runs on free Tomatohol

science is always ahead of funding. this is basic.

Pat is being dragged to Perdition, but his fantasy soliloquy is lucid and reasonable. Well, isn't that always the way?

Pat likes Moby as a person; his music is another matter.

I'm sure Pat likes Moby's music as well. He is, after all, a huge dick.

HUGE slam on Moby out of nowhere

Seriously, though, that Moby track is pretty good. It's just a shame he feels the need to repeat it eighteen times on every album.

man i like moby and i can't speak against this

well goddamn played man

It seems he has to struggle to control his own pretend world.

Sometimes they get the best of you.

I think it's because his fantasy life is to hate everything and be a dick, but he's trying the whole peaceful thing out because his fantasies don't include being tentacle raped by a hick-tar.

I love how no one has either taken notice or isn't bothering to help.

direhaggle, it is night time. Maybe eight or nine o'clock at night.

On the sidewalk, a cat is sliding on his back along the sidewalk while talking calmly to himself about paper or something.

Just ahead of him is some sort of strange object - perhaps a large bug, or more likely, one of those fancy new skateboards the kids are using these days.

Pat's leg is very broken in that last pannel.

No, it's pretty easy to get it like that. If you rotate your thigh correctly and if you have a small amount of gravity, your legs can go pretty wacky.

This strip will forever be in my top ten.

Do you love it so?

It is nice, and good.

No one has ruined it yet.

I heart you tekende

What's up aliiis I'm tekende don't you know

With their filthy eyes.

I would buy this car. Curious neighbors would enter my house weeks later to find me unconscious, surrounded by empty tomatohol bottles.

The car had never been used.

My finger slipped. This comment is not Lame, it is chubby :(

That's ok faerie Airalea! We do not wish you any harm!

Speak for yourself rumblefish. I am the Hitler of Fairies.

So you want to eradicate Fairies, or create a nation of pure blooded Fairies? Fey creatures need to know whether to hide from you in the basement of their adorable acorn houses or discretely read your literature.

note the way his left leg is folded upwards like the hangman on Tarot cards.

That is really creepy.

Says Cthulhu?

(Please don't change your avatar, if you do I'll look quite silly.)

Actually, in most Tarot decks, the hanged man's leg is shown folded inwards. I won't dare to try and embed an image, but Google can show you.

Now I've gone and said the same thing you already mentioned.
To make amends, I will tell you an occult secret- the only correctly drawn and colored deck is the one by Oswald Wirth. The Only one.
Fwiw.

[IMGS OFF]

Actually, it's not. You're thinking of the Hanged Man, but his leg is crossed. However, he is upside-down, which we can also say of Pat, as his entire world has turned upside-down. The fata banjana now runs its inevitable course.

If the card is as you describe, it is incorrectly drawn.
I know this, for also I sleep that way sometimes.

anonymous44, you are simultaneously pretty cool and really creepy for noticing that particular detail.

Being an alternative energy scientist, there's no way I can't give this a 5. ...and fuck Moby.

I would talk to Moby, in order to get free wasabi peas.

Is that wasabi as in wasabe? As in peas that are hell of spicy?

If that's wasabe as in wasabi, then yes. Peas that are hella spicy because they have been powdered with a variant of horseradish.

...When did I ever think that wasabi was spelled like that?

5 months ago, apparently.

Whaaat a difference...
Five months makes!
Three thousand seven hundred and twenty little hours...


I thought Pat was handling this pretty well until the last panel reminded me that he is being dragged off by a fucking LIVING VIOLIN MONSTER FROM HELL while he discusses tomatohol with Moby in his imagination.

Like, this is Achewood: deal with it.

Imagine you're walking down the street and a talking cat wearing glasses and shoes is dragged down the street by a banjo fretboard while he talks about meeting Moby in a paper store. How the hell do you respond to the world showing you something like that?

I would first wonder where the cat obtained glasses.

I would at first be concerned for the cat, as he is obviously in danger of some sort. After hearing him speak about Moby and paper stores, I would assume he is a dick, and not care that he is in danger.

Look.
Ponder.
Keep on walkin'.

Haha after all that talking Pat does he's only been dragged about three feet the entire time... what an inefficient banjo-monster

After waffling for several minutes on whether or not I wanted to quibble over the matter, I decided that I should point out that the walkway shown in the first panel is not the same as the walkway seen in the last panel. This is too bad, because it certainly would have been funnier your way.

I'm pretty sure it is the same, it's just crudely drawn.

I have looked into this matter exhaustively, and it defnitely is not the same one. Note the width of the stairs, if not the bushes. Or perhaps the biggest clue, notice where the sidewalk tiles line up relative to the steps.

That banjo monster movin' tite speed.

Oh crap. The kind of grazing Pat's back must be enduring seems inconsistent with his ability to calmly fantasise about meeting Moby in a paper shop. I don't want to believe agentmuu's revelation was incorrect.

Wait, I am in control.

Oh, would you look at that, it IS just crudely drawn after all!

Today's Blogs

Mr. Bear: I have Pay Pal!
Onstad: FedEx, why do you have to be that way with me.

This is one of my favorite Onstad blogs.

"I rose to discover a package from FedEx at my rear-facing bedroom door. You don't just walk up to my rear bedroom door %u2014 you have to go through a couple gates and get pretty intimate with my personal space. This FedEx driver, as far as I was concerned, had very nearly taken off her boots, gotten under the covers, and asked me to sign for the package across the expanse of her tough-nippled but silken-skinned breast."

Tomatohol... one of those twice-as-expensive-as-they-should-be "specialty use" alcohols specifically for making Bloody Marys?

Not twice-as-expensive-as-anything. Free tomatohol.

"No one has ruined it yet"

Yep, Pat in a nutshell.

How odd; if I were to meet Moby, I would certainly have to pretend I'm somewhere peaceful, instead of panicking.

o God please no i don't wanna hear about his car please please please no no no