I was a dodging pro in high school dodgeball, until such activities were disbanded due to injuries (i.e., one kid receiving a mild injury and his mother complaining). Ah, the memories.
Ha! Didn’t even notice the chins and brow ridges until the Loraxxe mentioned it. It’s the little things that make this comic so darn good!
And Neanderthal Nerd Bug? Awesome!
I never got this either, so if someone does it to me I punch them right back.
“You can’t do that! You flinched!”
“Who set up these rules without my consent? I never agreed to them.”
same goes for ‘slug-bug’ and any variation thereupon.
It’s worth noting that society likes to punish people for defending against aggression. Two for flinching is probably how we condition children to accept a notion so paradoxical according to the idea of civilization. You know, make hurting people a game.
Prior to 1955, most men in American (and elsewhere) worked in manual labor e.g. farming. The best working conditions were brutal by contemporary standards. My grandfather, who come of age during the great depression and spent his life outside, used to say, “If your not bleeding, your not working.” When he got towards the end of his life and began to shrink, his hands and forearms remained that same size because his skin there was solid mass of scars upon scars, the results of 70+ years of daily damage.
Men of that age had to get hurt, sometimes badly and to think before reacting. They couldn’t reflexively flinch if hurt because they might let hold of something, jerk something etc and cause even greater harm. Besides, its exhausting to flinch every time you get hurt if you get hurt a dozen times a day. I learned that growing up on the farm myself in the cushy age of air conditioned tractor cabins.
The game of “two for flinching” is an atavism of a time when young boys were trained to endure physical pain without complaint and without impairing their ability to function. If you grow up not flinching when your brothers and friends punch you, won’t let go of the rope and kill someone when a dropped wrench smacks you in the face.
Really understanding how boring, tedious, disgusting and painful my forefather’s work was always makes me want to go hug my cubical.
Note to self: the invention of wincing came after the invention of glasses. Must research further.
ug! me losing mind already. see 2 walking xmas trees in panel 3.
You too?!
More like: XMas trees used as clothing?
I was a dodging pro in high school dodgeball, until such activities were disbanded due to injuries (i.e., one kid receiving a mild injury and his mother complaining). Ah, the memories.
Also, panel two? Hilarious.
Ug? Me not get it. Apparently we do things differently in England, which I guess is a pretty good thing for me and the other nerds over here.
I’m curious now, what do you do over there?
I love the chins and brow ridges on the Neanderthal bugs. They’re perfect.
Neanderthals wore glasses? Who knew.
Ha! Didn’t even notice the chins and brow ridges until the Loraxxe mentioned it. It’s the little things that make this comic so darn good!
And Neanderthal Nerd Bug? Awesome!
I never got this either, so if someone does it to me I punch them right back.
“You can’t do that! You flinched!”
“Who set up these rules without my consent? I never agreed to them.”
same goes for ‘slug-bug’ and any variation thereupon.
Gotta love the NeanderBugs!
Nerd Bug being a bullying jerk? ….nope. Can’t see it.
It’s worth noting that society likes to punish people for defending against aggression. Two for flinching is probably how we condition children to accept a notion so paradoxical according to the idea of civilization. You know, make hurting people a game.
hahaha! that third panel is HILARIOUS! seems so unnatural to not put up some kind of defense wen danger arises
Prior to 1955, most men in American (and elsewhere) worked in manual labor e.g. farming. The best working conditions were brutal by contemporary standards. My grandfather, who come of age during the great depression and spent his life outside, used to say, “If your not bleeding, your not working.” When he got towards the end of his life and began to shrink, his hands and forearms remained that same size because his skin there was solid mass of scars upon scars, the results of 70+ years of daily damage.
Men of that age had to get hurt, sometimes badly and to think before reacting. They couldn’t reflexively flinch if hurt because they might let hold of something, jerk something etc and cause even greater harm. Besides, its exhausting to flinch every time you get hurt if you get hurt a dozen times a day. I learned that growing up on the farm myself in the cushy age of air conditioned tractor cabins.
The game of “two for flinching” is an atavism of a time when young boys were trained to endure physical pain without complaint and without impairing their ability to function. If you grow up not flinching when your brothers and friends punch you, won’t let go of the rope and kill someone when a dropped wrench smacks you in the face.
Really understanding how boring, tedious, disgusting and painful my forefather’s work was always makes me want to go hug my cubical.