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Téodor's Boat Tuesday, February 18, 2003 • read strip Viewing 45 comments:

A comment left by catachresis was marked lame too many times and excluded. (marked lame by Soilentshuggah, Boyd, TheGreatestCape)

He is playing along!

This is the best Achewood strip. Unquestionably. The transition from waterskiing to playing a saxophone with cowboy boots on is almost too much to handle.

cowboy boots AND a captains hat

And that his non-dreaming expressions don't change at all

Oh Jesus, he is damn prancing with those boots, possibly some kind of jig emitting from his horn.

huh. I'm pretty sure he's just got his foot up on the railing. I could be wrong, though.

I think you're absolutely right. But i think its funnier to imagine that Ray is playing some classy tune on the sax, to the sea no less, yet still wearing nothing but a captains hat, thong and cowboy boots.

That classy tune is 'Baker Street' by Gerry Rafferty.
... No ? You say No ? Prove me wrong, man, prove me wrong!

Agreed.

It is golden.

A comment left by asherdan was marked lame too many times and excluded. (marked lame by fakead, SatelliteTV, nutmeg, SenseiHollywood, dr_sexlove, aperson, Darthemed)

He said something good this time!

And still barely broke even on chubbies/lames!

Waterskiing with fine spirits... that is the life.

Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand

I would like to both chubby and lame you for this.

Painfully, hysterically true.

Next thing you know, he'll be cold reenacting every Duran Duran video in existence.

All chasing some chick through the jungle in facepaint
All sumo-wrestling with a topless model
All dancing on a gigantic block of ice

I kinda want to do that and I don't even listen to Duran Duran.

Two of these three videos involve being violent or frightening a lady. The third on is reminiscent of my jigging freezer sprites. That is all.

Ray is thinking long and hard about this.

A love the perfect contrast between an incredibly serious and deep look on his face when his thoughts are of playing a sax in a captains hat. I think I do a similar thing in most meetings at work.

You can tell that if his captain's hat were removed, his eyebrows would be in the same position as in panels 5 and 6.

Chubby just for making me imagine that, and the subsequent 3 minutes of laughter that followed for no apparent reason.
I kinda wanna borrow my roommate's cowboy boots and reenact that last panel. But with more clothing.

I so wish in my life people had conversations out of a window.

Why this strip has not taken it's place among the highest rated is a sad, sad mystery to me.

Rated 5 just for the last panel.

This makes me wish I had cowboy boots and a saxaphone.

I have been on a boat approximately once and we ran over a gar (this was on Lake Martin in Alabama), and i swear it flipped us off with it fin. So what I am saying is I'm glad the prehistoric fucks are endangered and if they're not we should fix that.

I was on a motorin' yacht and we hit a seal. I was eight. I screamed, but the real horror was yet to come: the seal caught in the undertow, and it's lil' seal body got all nasty and hacked up from the propeller. Oh, the eight-year old screeches and the red, red seal blood did flow.

dude. That's just awful. fucking awful. i think this chubby is to help you recover and maybe undo the damage.

fucking hell.


When i was about twelve, we were on a road trip, driving through the mountains in North Carolina. It was about 12:30 at night, and my stepbrother and my sister were sleeping. My brother and i were playing our GameBoys. Suddenly we heard this thud and a large white thing dragged across the passenger-side window. My mom pulled to a literal screeching halt and immediately began to hyperventilate. Between gasps we heard her say, "I just hit a person ."

My brother and I began screaming blue murder, thinking it was a skull we'd seen.

It turned out a woman was hitchhiking in a cocktail dress and very visibly drunk, and we'd hit her hand. It cracked off the side mirror.

The fun part was wedging this drunken, injured woman between an eight-year-old on the verge of tears and myself while trying to convince her that yes, she needed to go to he hospital and no, we would not put the radio to classic rock. It was a long drive to Asheville.

High five for horror! I think yours might be worse. Actually, in retrospect, that seal thing was just...yeah they were both bad.

HOLY SHIT

...I'm pretty sure that was my mom.

When I see "fix up a boat" my brain automatically brings forth memories of the movie Rookie of the Year where some kids have "wood, in the vague shape of a boat" and they fix it up by adding a used motor to the back. They then use their new, fully restored, boat-shaped piece of wood to pick up some middle school girls in one piece bathing suits.

And then the one kid pitches the Cubs into the world series.

I'm totally hearin' Gary Rafferty's Baker Street here.

Yes! Thank you! I know now that I am not alone in this world.

I originally saw Ray just blissfully stomping around the boat playing free-form jazz. Easily one of my favorite strips.

I bet Ray is playing some Really Smooth music

The wide mouthed look of a lazy Ray fishing away the hours. What a sight, great strip.

man i gotta get on a boat with a dude like ray

Saxophone is on the label for Rad Chilis hot sauce.

It is so tastey and good.

I see the last three panels as part of a cheesey infomercial advertising speedboats.

6 years, Andy Samberg turns Ray's dreams into a reality. Damn a boat indeed.

6 years later I mean.