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When the firefighters finally got into the apartment above ours, there was a single faucet just endlessly spewing hot water. We asked what the problem was, and their answer was basically “Somebody left the water on.” Now you must remember that nearly three hours had passed since we first noticed the dripping on the ceiling, so the apartment had been flooding at least that long. In reality though, for it to start seeping through the walls and into our apartment, the place upstairs would have to have already hit the brink. The idea that all the damage had been caused by the fact that someone could have been so careless as to forget to twist the nob on the faucet before heading out the door for several hours was totally and completely outrageous to us. Jonathan, more than anyone else, has particularly upset. He had spent more time than anyone else just trying to keep our apartment from losing anything more to the filthy waters.
After more investigation, the firefighters found that there actually was a problem with the pipes, and that the faucet could not be shut off. After receiving this diagnosis we chilled out a little and were even prepared to forgive the people upstairs. We never did actually meet the girls who live upstairs. To this day I have never seen them. I am glad we didn’t come across them during that time frame where we though they’d just been too lazy to shut off their sink though, or this might have actually happened.
In the end, our apartment suffered some horrible damages that it still hasn’t fully recovered from, but it was nowhere near as bad as the comic makes it out to be. We are still capable of living here. The girls upstairs though, their stuff was wrecked. most of their possessions took water damage and maintenance is still replacing stuff. We knew then that all these things were in their immediate future too. We didn’t envy them. I still remember that, when it was all said and done, after spending several more hours cleaning water out of the apartment and then bathing to get the sludge that came with it off of ourselves, we didn’t know what to do. We didn’t know if we would be penalized somehow for what had happened or if we’d have to pay for the damages. We weren’t sure what all had been destroyed. We were exhausted. And in that moment, at nearly 2:00 a.m., Jonathan proposed that we just say “To hell with it” and go eat pancakes at Kirby Lane.
They were some of the best pancakes I ever had.
On another note, this is (I think) the last comic for the Daily Texan this semester. It’s also the 50th comic of mine they’ve run so that’s oddly appropriate. I intend to keep drawing comics of some sort during the summer, but whether it will be a tWC thing or something else…I’m not sure yet. I’ll keep you posted though.
We never did get that wet carpet smell out of here.
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This is the story of how we all drowned.
Not really. It is a true story though, albeit slightly exaggerated. One night, we noticed an unusual dripping sound coming from what we presumed to be the ceiling. After looking high and low for the source, we figured it was nothing to worry about and went about our business. About twenty minutes later Jonathan noticed something like a larger water mark on the ceiling, but none of were sure if it had always been that bad. We assumed it had always been there.
After another twenty minutes or so, Cesar and Solomon discovered that our kitchen was under about 3 inches of water, and it was rising fast. At first we assumed a pipe had broken in the sink, so we checked it out. After some hasty inspection it turned out that the water was actually seeping in from the walls and coming down through the ceiling. Unsure of what to do and with water beginning to come in from different rooms faster than we could fight it, Solomon and Cesar went to find out what was going on upstairs while Jonathan and I stayed behind to push water out the door.
What I remember most clearly is that the water was still rising despite the fact that it was flowing out the open door. Over the course of two hours or so, the flow never let up. I think, if left unchecked, the kitchen would have been under nearly a foot of water, not to mention the rest of the apartment. It was also this murky brown color, which at first we feared might be sewage. What with the lack of a tell-tale aroma however, we figured it was just junk from inside the walls.
It took a good three hours for the situation to get resolved. How did it all turn out? Well, stay tuned.
Is it too late to make a Valentine’s Day joke? Today’s comic is six panels since I didn’t really do one for Monday. As a result of trying to complete six panels in half the time it takes to do a normal comic though, it feels a little rushed.
Obviously this strip did not happen exactly like this since Samantha is in New York and not Austin, and in actuality I think Solomon probably understands the power of drawing something as gift for somebody more than anyone. But it does raise a great question: when none of the V-Day cards suffice, is it acceptable to make one yourself or is this a “cop-out” of sorts? Personally I prefer drawing something nice as opposed to throwing away $2-$4 on something totally lame. Sometimes it is just possible to do better than the card companies. But what do you all think?
I hope you like words, because this comic has what linguists and English majors alike refer to as “a shit ton.”
Actually Internet, this comic is sort of like a Director’s Cut. The newspaper version, for obvious reasons, has a significantly reduced dialogue. I figured I’d just post the original on the Demon though. It’s not a big change, but this one has a little more referential humor. Edgar (creator of John Thorn) was polite enough to let me mention his Weeaboo Girl character, and the possibly destroyed Smoothie Home is also present in the conversation. I thought I might as well find a way to touch on the utter lack of updates during Christmas Break. The characters up there can tell you all about their adventures. Turns out they may some of the greatest stories never told. =P
Batman vs. Iron Man. Who would win?
And so ends our three part journey. I bet you all saw this coming though. =P
Have a nice weekend!