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I once had a science teacher who creeped me out as bad as Dana's teacher. He kept telling us we'd all die of overpopulation, and having us do class exercises to illustrate that point. But I KNOW he never called me a -cocktail weenie-.
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Written and colored by
clairelamoufLinework by me!
PAGE ONE: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6045509
Category Artwork (Digital) / Comics
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File Size 421.6 kB
Love this! The cocktail weenie comment makes me think of Ragweed in the book Poppy (as opposed to him in the book Ragweed).
I had several similar teachers. One had weird superstitious beliefs about radiation. For instance he thought that if you dropped radioactive waste into the sun it would poison the sunlight somehow and that the tiny bits of americium in smoke detectors were destroying people's sperm as they sleep. As a result first time I watched Doctor Strangelove the character Jack T. Ripper totally freaked me out. The teacher even resembled Sterling Hayden.
Another was waxing poetic about how bald eagles were on the verge of becoming extinct (they were, at least in NY, in that embarrassingly distant day) and saying that a bird flying outside might be a bald eagle. He said something like, "You can tell your grandchildren that you might have seen a bald eagle before they were all gone." It wasn't an eagle. I knew perfectly well it was a turkey vulture. Of course today eagles have been de-listed as an endangered species and I volunteered at a nature watch keeping an eye on a pair just today. Everyone was freaking out because their recently fledged chick is having problems. If the chick survives the night and is still having trouble a rehabilitator will pick it up tomorrow to see what's up. Still, this pair has fledged about 30 chicks since 1997 and three just last year. They're super parents repopulating the world with bald eagles. So today I was asking people if they wanted to see a bald eagle through a scope, not bemoaning the fact that they're as long gone as passenger pigeons.
Then there was the reincarnated cat who thought that windchimes would make everyone deaf and the another who introduced me to the works of Ayn Rand…
I had several similar teachers. One had weird superstitious beliefs about radiation. For instance he thought that if you dropped radioactive waste into the sun it would poison the sunlight somehow and that the tiny bits of americium in smoke detectors were destroying people's sperm as they sleep. As a result first time I watched Doctor Strangelove the character Jack T. Ripper totally freaked me out. The teacher even resembled Sterling Hayden.
Another was waxing poetic about how bald eagles were on the verge of becoming extinct (they were, at least in NY, in that embarrassingly distant day) and saying that a bird flying outside might be a bald eagle. He said something like, "You can tell your grandchildren that you might have seen a bald eagle before they were all gone." It wasn't an eagle. I knew perfectly well it was a turkey vulture. Of course today eagles have been de-listed as an endangered species and I volunteered at a nature watch keeping an eye on a pair just today. Everyone was freaking out because their recently fledged chick is having problems. If the chick survives the night and is still having trouble a rehabilitator will pick it up tomorrow to see what's up. Still, this pair has fledged about 30 chicks since 1997 and three just last year. They're super parents repopulating the world with bald eagles. So today I was asking people if they wanted to see a bald eagle through a scope, not bemoaning the fact that they're as long gone as passenger pigeons.
Then there was the reincarnated cat who thought that windchimes would make everyone deaf and the another who introduced me to the works of Ayn Rand…
Man. All my teachers were relatively nice by comparison. Awesomely nice, really. Like the Bio teacher that rode my ass because I was a C-average student by the numbers but knew everything, more or less. I was just lazy as hell. The English teacher was the sme way, but she used more guilt and sarcasm (She was a Nun, I was lucky she didn't use a ruler.)
Man, I feel like I come from another age.
I had a science teacher, Mr. Crandall, who said he could illustrate any principle of science with an example from the Bible.
For instance, naval architecture. He said Noah's Ark was a perfectly scaled starting point for hull design. You couldn't even talk about that today.
He also calmly told us what it was like to kill a man with a bayonet on Guadalcanal. You did not fuck with Mr. Crandall.
It was college before I hit the really odd profs.
The astronomy prof (a former submariner) who nearly turned the class into a course in naval warfare.
My forensics prof (ex-FBI) who told Cold War stories and called J. Edgar Hoover "Crazy Jack."
They didn't scare me. They made the world scary enough from their experience.
It must have worked. I'm still here.
I had a science teacher, Mr. Crandall, who said he could illustrate any principle of science with an example from the Bible.
For instance, naval architecture. He said Noah's Ark was a perfectly scaled starting point for hull design. You couldn't even talk about that today.
He also calmly told us what it was like to kill a man with a bayonet on Guadalcanal. You did not fuck with Mr. Crandall.
It was college before I hit the really odd profs.
The astronomy prof (a former submariner) who nearly turned the class into a course in naval warfare.
My forensics prof (ex-FBI) who told Cold War stories and called J. Edgar Hoover "Crazy Jack."
They didn't scare me. They made the world scary enough from their experience.
It must have worked. I'm still here.
little baby mice DO look like cocktail weenies.
Such is the underlying theme to a lot o f Post-apocalyptic fiction. Culture and civilization support each other. If civilization broke down, would we still have a culture worth keeping? Or shall we all just go nuts, eat each other and be done with it?
Such is the underlying theme to a lot o f Post-apocalyptic fiction. Culture and civilization support each other. If civilization broke down, would we still have a culture worth keeping? Or shall we all just go nuts, eat each other and be done with it?
I've had a few of those in my time, I went to a christian church school, they refused to believe any faults you found in there logic, claiming it's the word of the allmighty.
But anyway, this is exceptionally well drawn, I love how Claire is sloshing her glass, talking itallian style XD
But anyway, this is exceptionally well drawn, I love how Claire is sloshing her glass, talking itallian style XD
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