The Wise, Prudent Counselor

I guess we're waking up at the Professor's place, and heading straight into the medicine cabinet. Dig deep into that lavender bottle of Aspirin, Professor. It still won't cure the ache of your shame.

Dream Job

Wanted: piano player for some sort of play I guess
Experience required: you have to be roughly as good as my sister
Hours: sporadic, if we get backing
Salary: wish I could pay you more

I'll take it! Ah... there goes 3G's most stable income. Oh well! This should be fun, and I think their apartment must be subsidized anyway.

Happy birthday Casey! This time on the right day. I was pretty close though, and you know I have a weird thing about flipping numbers.

Sweet Aunt Blaze

Does Blaze look super matronly in today's strip, or is it just me? This only fuels my desire to see Blaze and Tommie get together. Would A3G be the first mainstream comic strip to feature a lesbian couple? I mean, this is New York City, let's start acting like it. Tommie, please quit your job at the hospital, become a part of the theater scene, go Bohemian chic, and kiss some girls. Or guys! Whatever, just get interesting!

P.S. Sweet Aunt Blaze DEFINITELY sounds like I'm talking about marijuana.

Whadyaknow, Whadyasay?

Okay, so we didn't get to see Tommie play the piano at all, or see how exactly Blaze is involved in this show, or see what he show is about or what it's called or who the backers are or anything. But I think we can be just as satified to hear the Tommie did a nice job and have that be the end of it. Hmm? Eh? Team? Am I right?

Bless You, Tommie Thompson

And so the cycle of "Tommie acknowledges her boring existence" "Tommie starts hanging out with the theater crowd for kicks" and "Tommie gets distracted and stops hanging out with them" starts anew! This time, I hope there are elaborate costume changes.

Happy birthday Casey! 25/2010. I'm gonna make shirts one of these days.

Occupational Hijinks

Whoa... Blaze. Look. I never pretended to know what you did for a living. Rodeo riding was probably my best guest, but you could've been a rodeo clown, or some kind of Old West reenactor, or... a grocery clerk I guess. In any case, it turns out you're some kind of theatrical producer? Or playwright? Or actor? I don't know, but where is this all coming from? This is more out of left field than even the Professor's turning out to be a licensed therapist. Which by the way, I still don't think he is.

Well Tommie, I hope you can play piano, because I want to see this guy in action.

By the way, reader phoebes-in-santa fe mentioned that Blaze looks like Jon Voight in Midnight Cowboy. I never saw that movie, so I had to look it up.


Hahaha! An uncanny resemblance, though I can't say for sure who wears the ascot better.

Blazin' Back Onto the Scene

ALL RIGHT! Blaze is back! Oh man. This is exactly what this strip needs right now. Blaze is great for many reasons, most of which involve his kerchief. It makes him so easy to identify, plus it distinguishes him as an outsider, much like Ruby's bows. I wonder what Lu Ann's other cousins would wear to identify themselves... Hey Blaze! You might have more luck finding a piano player with craigslist than knocking on doors.