Typical Evening

Man, the shit we talk about during our walks. This is the first of two comics on the same discussion that we had when we were walking home with the sunset at our backs.

It’s funny because Charles is staying with us for the summer, and we had one night where we were walking around loudly arguing about how I’d be much better suited to being an elf instead of a dwarf and Charles would be a better dwarf than elf even though I am much, much shorter than him. We had similar arguments about Hogwarts houses. And then we realized that we were “those geeks.” The ones that typify Berkeley. You’re welcome Berkeley.

And hey look! Roommate B has been revealed as Mike! He’ll be writing the next two posts. And now Roommate A is mad that I haven’t let her write any posts, so I might have to fix that. And Charles? Let’s start calling him Roommate C. Make it happen, internet.

~Tirumari

We Are Mike

So this fool has finally managed to get me to write for him. I don’t know if I necessarily agree with the characterization that our identities have assumed on ThoughtPennies. It’s natural to an extent, as the comics report incidents of our innanity truthfully, but at the same time, the webcomic medium gives plenty of room for exaggeration. That aside, I am Mike. The stoic, curmudgeon, and overall asshole of the group.

In a sense, I have to be thankful for the immortalization that Tirumari has provided on our behalf, or we would never take the time to appreciate the banalities of our given personalities. However, an honest depiction of our lifestyle might in fact present something like this: Tirumari slowly transforming into a Hutt creature atop of his perch, and my body starting to form tendrils and slowly merge itself with the omniscient being that is my desktop computer. Realities like these are the true beauty of our existence–a  slow, anesthetized descent into the trappings of self-righteousness and gluttony.

Nevertheless, escapist mechanisms like ThoughtPennies have their uses. It goes to show that as a group of Berkeley savants, we can at least amuse ourselves while the rest of the world goes on sucking. At least Natalie Portman will always be there to disembowel us when the pain becomes unbearable.

- M