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The Baying Hematite Tuesday, October 17, 2006 • read strip Viewing 59 comments:

"Slaps snarling dogs" is a great piece of alliterative English.

Edison pays dearly for just about everything, it seems

I enjoy the cosmic irony in this, how Bensington Butter had arranged for the Magreaux dog which scared Ray about his supposed imminent death, but it came to pass that Butters was the one to be cursed with seeing his own demise.

** SPOILER if you are reading this arc for the first time**

Of course, there is yet another reversal in the strips to come: Ray has Lonis remove Bensington's curse of foreknowledge and instead gives him the gift of Irish dance. Though Ray intends this as a justly cruel prank, Bensington instead gets the (arguably dubious) reward of a lady realtor daisy train, and Ray had to walk home, looking like death itself when he finally arrives.

A chubby unto you for consideration towards first-timers. I am not one, but appreciate the respect.

Two-timin' bastard.

Chubby for your consideration from a first-timer.

and me. I'm savoring my first leisurely journey through the archive, and have had a few spoilers infuse before I could avert my eyes.. I should remember that promise to myself; I must not read coments on the internets

Yes, Lonis Edison pays dearly, and so do his guests.

Just the names of those stones are amazing, never mind the heavy type roman numeral aisle designations and the onamatopeia

You know this would be a pretty fun thing to have in an RPG. You'd set your sword or armor or healing potion down on that X, then arrange the different rocks you've collected around so that they give the item different effects based on the rocks used, their positions regarding each other, and the item in question. You could arrange it so a sword does extra damage to [insert monster type] and causes poison, or a normal healing potion also restores MP.

Hell, it'd fit right in to a FF installment. Just change the rocks to crystals.

You and I are of a gaming kind.

"Her tits will jump off and roll under the couch." Or something like that.

Like Conditional magic effects?

Dude... I'd sooner my Vorpal 5 Longsword stays that way, thanks.

p.s. My THAC0 < Your AC.

This is a cool idea but I can NEVER tell you that EVER. Jackparsons says it best.

Isn't this like Tales of Symphonia sort of thing? All with people and Ex-Spheres instead of items and crystals.

Diablo 2?

awoooo

werewolves of london

oh hell yes for that

God damn it now that's stuck in my head.

hoo

The combination of lack of icon with tiny comment makes this asset really disconcerting.

"Does he hail perchance from the state of Florida" makes this a 5.

That's what did it for me, too. Mostly because I live among these Florida-folk and I know exactly what Edison is talking about.

"Heaven ran him through with the details of their purchase order" was the kicker for me.

1 ! 1

Mostly because He does indeed hail from Florida .

I think the alt text =

"The Baying Hematite would be a good name for a geologist dive bar."

I love the names Onstad comes up with for bars that I so desperately wish were real.

Loved this alt text too. The world is in desperate need of places like this.

I have a feeling that the jukebox in this bar only plays Tom Waits.

Instead of a bar-counter your drink emerges from the earth on a rusty conveyer belt. Coasters are thin-sliced geodes speckled with dried booze. Low over the uneven wood-cobbled floor, a haze of coaldust shimmers, kicked up by heavy booted feet. In the corner a sooty canary sits in its cage, forgotten and still. Above the jukebox, the brawling, and sulphurous reek, on a rickety iron balcony, the Fat Man sits wreathed in cigar smoke, gems glittering on every finger. He exhales a smoke ring and looks out the tiny window at a sky made starless by the light of the flickering neon sign: T-e Bay--g He-atite


A comment left by soticoto was marked lame too many times and excluded. (marked lame by Rhadamanthus, goatmasterflash, Spoon, eddylee, mugi, tellumo, kochipoik)

Um. Hematite is an accepted spelling of the word...

Indeed. I once proposed a meteorology tiki bar called the Intertropical Convergence Zone, with music provided by DJ WSR-88D.

THE HELL Grenadine is expensive in mexico! We just don't care much for it.

To me it speaks of a flaw in the fabric of the national character.

The baying hematite is the cutest thing ever.

swoooooo

are you seriously unable to type awoooo without a typo? (chubby)

the font was so god damned small. it was so small.

Hahaha that was the best part of this strip for me.

I have no idea what hes talking about with the names of the stones but its awesome

Hockawock?

Ah, Butters' real name is Hockawock, I got it.

It's like that Sci Fi original network series "The Lost Room".

GodDAMN Lonis's face in panel 3. He's like The Creepiest Motherfucker in the Land of Waldos.

Ray has NO idea what's goin on, but he rolls with it.

DAMNIT, HOCKAWOCK.

"Eats the fish at weddings" haha, that makes it for me :D!

Don't eat the fish at a wedding unless you know when you're going to die.

"I'll follow your local papers with great interest" always gets me. He's just waiting to see "CAT DESTROYED AFTER SLAPPING SNARLING DOG" or some other grisly headline, and that will be the end of it.

awoooo

Fine example of comment/avatar synergy.

I wish we knew what the other stones did. And for that matter, how many other, unmentioned stones does Lonis have?

Ray has just plain hit his limit with this shit in the second to last panel.

in the second to last panel, Ray finally gets around to wondering just what the hell is happening.

More importantly, why is this man as tall as a cat?

And why is this man transparent? And in a huge warehouse in Mexico by himself? And why does he having singing stones near ketchup? And...

Achewood: It's Best Not to Ask

The parallels between this arc and Willy Wonka are becoming less subtle. Still great, however, YOU STOLE FIZZY LIFTING DRINK.