that is the most important criteria when picking flats. ok well there’s others. but now i don’t have daylight in my bathroom, but can reach the pokéstop next door from my bed. score
Come on, even walking TWO SECONDS is super awesome and better than having to choose do I really feel like digging myself out of the house after being snowed in and walking a mile just to maintain my streak (as happens at least once a winter)
Yes, but Becky is still probably justregretting that choice and/or agreeing to help her at all
I can’t imagine being in her situation and NOT taking the opportunity to actually pursue the career she wants, but I also can’t imagine it’d be easy to not feel guilty
Becky also probably had no idea what the job entailed other than the tweeting she’d been doing and has no clue what to do with the polling data and survey paperwork she’s just been handed.
In America you can sue anyone for anything. Winning is another matter. Having nothing, Becky is judgement proof. So the answer to your question is “nothing.”
Actually, most politicians do try to keep their campaign promises.
The problem is that they tend to promise things they know they can’t make happen, and deliver a watered down unsatisfying version of the same; or just fail to get enough people to agree with even the watered down version.
The other side of the problem is that people tend to vote for politicians who promise wild fantasies that aren’t going to happen and ignore anyone talking more realistically.
That said, there’s a difference between the common failure to meet campaign promises and the shift from campaigning on LGBTQ right and a 90% marginal rate on the rich back to GOP status quo of tax cuts for the rich and the religious freedom to discriminate.
Swings like that aren’t at all common.
We haven’t exactly seen much of anything about Robin’s actual, you know, personal beliefs. She comes off more as a parody of the traditionally cynical view of politicians, that their main political philosophy is “whatever lets me be an elected politician”.
That’s why Becky was hired: Because Becky’s tweets were making Robin more popular, regardless of what they actually said.
Granted, Robin might remain just a rank and file “do whatever the party leader says’ Republican, but if she can be convinced that being a, you know, not awful person is good for re-election, maybe she will make the good votes instead of the bad ones.
Robin’s also said she’s not going to hurt anybody voting on anti-LGBT policies. Maybe Robin sometimes means what she says, is what I’m saying. She’s an unfocused immature jackass, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t mean things she says. I have no problem believing she insisted on two conditions.
It being suddenly anywhere is a reason for concern. But if you look at Becky’s expression in panels four and six, you’ll see she isn’t fearful. Neither is she feeling judged by Blowjob Cat. Rather she finds its presence comforting.
Both passacaglias and chaconnes are based on dances in triple meter over repeating bass; some musicians try to split a hair over whether an actual bass line or just the harmony repeats, or whether the melody itself is in the bass. But out of the mists of history, the dance significance has been preserved, too, and it’s much more meaningful: If it’s a lone man dancing it’s probably a passacaglia. If it’s a woman or a couple, it’s probably a chaconne. Both dances come out of 17th century Spain, and Spain even now has a very strong tradition of gendered dances, especially for men.
Since “Crash into Me” consists of a lone man singing about a wet dream in common time, I’d call it a passacaglia in four.
She doesn’t get tired like most people. The mini Robin at the controls in her head just switched the big lever from “hyper” to “sleepytime”, that’s all.
And then Becky does a rad political assassination and gets her own spin-off where she goes on the run and has to evade the authorities while also hustling up enough cash to keep her phone topped up so she can text Dina.
I’m busy trying to determine if, in fact, the location *WAS* formerly an addiction center as Roz stated in yesterday’s panel. The fact that it’s located across the street from a school, however, makes me doubt it….
Someone on Patreon checked it out on Google Street View, as did I after they pointed it out. As of July 2018, the building that would have this view of Blowjob Cat has a sign on it saying “Recovery Engagement Center.” The windows don’t match but everything else does.
Edited to add …. it is. Robin’s apartment/flophouse is on the 7th Street side of the building, and a ‘Recovery Engagement Center’ called “Centerstone” is on the other end of the building on the Rogers Street side (do a Google search for “218 N Rogers Street Bloomington IN” to bring up a map; click on the map and do ‘street view’ to see the buiilding — and if you move down the street you get a street-view of “Blowjob Cat”).
I really hope it’s not a her because the blow job cat moniker was already starting to float during construction and it now has to be a girl due to heteronormative tendencies.
This is the conclusion that I was coming to last night.
Alternatively, it could be that Blowjob Cat’s gender identity is simply not known, and the plaque and the webpage merely represent the assumptions of their respective authors.
While it’s unlikely, given that Robin collapses literally in the ground in a “realistic” series, I’m wondering if her rapid personality changes and episodes are a result of drug use.
I’m not sure Willis is planning on taking us there, though.
Not sure exactly what you’re asking. You can indeed see the building that Becky is presumably looking out from, even if the windows don’t match. I am not that good with perspective, but Becky’s view looks like what I imagine the view would look like from a second-story window across the street.
If you want to look for yourself, go to Google Street View and plug in 218 N Rogers St. in Bloomington, IN (the building that Becky is presumably in, apparently now remodeled). Rotate clockwise for Blowjob Cat.
As someone who took a class on transportation planning, which involved a lot of statistical models and surveying data, I look at those binders and say “NOOOOPE”
I drive past blowjob cat nearly every day and never noticed the plaque. I had realized that the addiction center was no longer open, but I had not realized (or at least have completely forgotten) that they were converted to apartments.
Since you clearly did a little research in the area, do you know if the chimney swifts are still there on the school grounds? When they tore down the old school in order to build Fairfield Elementary (the school on whose grounds blowjob cat rests), they were legally forced to leave one of the chimneys of the old school standing in the back of the school grounds because of the endangered birds’ nest in the chimney. I was wondering if that nest is still occupied.
(I can’t tell if it’s an original chimney or a replacement tower — I’m betting the latter, as purpose-built chimney swift towers seem to be A Thing, especially in Bloomington.)
You can see the chimney swift tower on Street View (319 N. Fairview St). It’s built to look like an actual chimney, but it’s too nice (and too structurally sound) to be original.
I think Becky has her right hand against the window in frame 3, but her left in frames 4, 5, and 6. Maybe this is a metaphor for the whirling, swirling dance of political right and left that occurs whenever Robin is asleep?
Good night moon
Good night Robin-who’d-like-to-spoon-a-certain-lady-very-soon
Good night growing sense of guilt
Good night, house that was rebuilt
Good night your very own (sort of) flat
Good night blowjob cat
It might be the tinting of the apartment window in the comic vs. the photograph taken outdoors, but it seems the eyes glow even brighter in reality than they do here.
He does – ‘Artisticat’ is actually built from pieces of an old building that used to sit on that site. His eyes are refurbished lights from the entryway.
Personally, my next priority would be to drag Robin to the couch. I’m sure that sleeping there isn’t comfortable and might even be a hazard to her health!
Meanwhile, I think that Becky definitely has a grande-sized case of buyers’ remorse.
Assuming the historical time rate applies, somewhere around May 2022. Time skips and/or longer storylines may alter results. No warranties expressed or implied. Do not taunt Happy Time Rate.
You choose this life, Becky: to be the manager of a mediocre politician that in alternate universe wanted to marry a star wars artist with a badass name that may not exist.
I wouldn’t even know what moves are available. It’s like asking somebody who’s never played chess to figure out your next move for you without explaining the rules.
Either Becky will be helpless…. or a savant. I have no idea which way it’ll go.
This, actually, feels a lot like a job I once had. They put me behind the desk, gave all those files and went away, somehow sure I’ll figure it all out…
As this particular position was a single-person job in the whole company, I didn’t even have anyone to instruct me. So, I was doing my job, not knowing what exactly I was doing.
For some reason, I survived there for over two years…
If you had Google you would have lasted even longer.
Being a campaign manager is easy. Being an effective campaign manager is hard. Becky isn’t trying to be an effective campaign manager. She’s trying to whap a tuition pinata. Unfortunately she lives in a DOA universe.
“But above the gray land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift endlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg. The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are blue and gigantic — their irises are one yard high. They look out of no face, but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose. Evidently some wild wag of an oculist set them there to fatten his practice in the borough of Queens, and then sank down himself into eternal blindness, or forgot them and moved away. But his eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days, under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground”
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I mean, shit, Pokéstop
gifts in bed, every five minutes
Blowjob Cat is LGBT friendly God and he is judging Becky.
You’re saying Blowjob Cat is Ceiling Cat?
Blowjob Cat gifts. Blowjob cat gifts for everyone.
that is the most important criteria when picking flats. ok well there’s others. but now i don’t have daylight in my bathroom, but can reach the pokéstop next door from my bed. score
oh mang, we saw this expensive ass townhouse for sale and it was ok BUT POKESTOP
and during that brief window when Ingress was functional I added one near some other townhouses and I HOPE THOSE OWNERS ARE HAPPY
unless she has my luck where the pokestop is just enough close… to not be usable at any point of my apartment
Then step outside
Come on, even walking TWO SECONDS is super awesome and better than having to choose do I really feel like digging myself out of the house after being snowed in and walking a mile just to maintain my streak (as happens at least once a winter)
Blowjob Cat will one day usher in the end of everything. Until that day, he is simply Blowjob Cat.
He is the Meowpha and the Blowmega.
Puns like this are the reason I come to the comments section.
The Harbinger of the Meowpoaclypse?
“I am the Way, the Truth and th-AaaCccckk… aaAAAcccKK… HORK… damn hairball.”
When the Soggies arrive, Blowjob Cat will simply suck them all down, and all shall be well.
Well that answers one question then…
dab.
Blowjob both ushers in the end of everything and doesn’t. This does not resolve itself until you open the Seventh Seal and look inside.
Schroedinger’s Blowjob Cat.
Oh, well then I’d better — Ohohoho, you almost got me there!
Blowjob Cat is really angling for some more panel time huh
Dude’s got a good agent. I hear the network is talking spinoff.
Costarring Becky as the requisite wacky neighbor
The last four panels genuinely made me laugh.
Becky is starting to regret that she took the apartment instead of the promise to keep the campaign promises.
Robin would break those promises. Because, well, she’s a terrible person right now.
Yes, but Becky is still probably justregretting that choice and/or agreeing to help her at all
I can’t imagine being in her situation and NOT taking the opportunity to actually pursue the career she wants, but I also can’t imagine it’d be easy to not feel guilty
Becky also probably had no idea what the job entailed other than the tweeting she’d been doing and has no clue what to do with the polling data and survey paperwork she’s just been handed.
So, if she took that data to Dorothy, with Dorothy actually campaigning for the other guy, how much would the lawsuit against Becky be worth?
In America you can sue anyone for anything. Winning is another matter. Having nothing, Becky is judgement proof. So the answer to your question is “nothing.”
Or because she’s a politician and they never keep campaign promises.
Actually, most politicians do try to keep their campaign promises.
The problem is that they tend to promise things they know they can’t make happen, and deliver a watered down unsatisfying version of the same; or just fail to get enough people to agree with even the watered down version.
The other side of the problem is that people tend to vote for politicians who promise wild fantasies that aren’t going to happen and ignore anyone talking more realistically.
That said, there’s a difference between the common failure to meet campaign promises and the shift from campaigning on LGBTQ right and a 90% marginal rate on the rich back to GOP status quo of tax cuts for the rich and the religious freedom to discriminate.
Swings like that aren’t at all common.
…would she, though?
We haven’t exactly seen much of anything about Robin’s actual, you know, personal beliefs. She comes off more as a parody of the traditionally cynical view of politicians, that their main political philosophy is “whatever lets me be an elected politician”.
That’s why Becky was hired: Because Becky’s tweets were making Robin more popular, regardless of what they actually said.
Granted, Robin might remain just a rank and file “do whatever the party leader says’ Republican, but if she can be convinced that being a, you know, not awful person is good for re-election, maybe she will make the good votes instead of the bad ones.
Just wait until she finds out that those notes are basically just “I have naturally curly hair!” over and over.
Ah yes, Frieda’s defining characteristic.
you all are taking that whole “choose two out of three” thing WAY too seriously (and literally)
When was there any indication it should be taken otherwise?
When it was Robin who said it.
Robin’s also said she’s not going to hurt anybody voting on anti-LGBT policies. Maybe Robin sometimes means what she says, is what I’m saying. She’s an unfocused immature jackass, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t mean things she says. I have no problem believing she insisted on two conditions.
You can’t wish for infinite wishes, and you can’t ask a conservative politician to consider humane policies.
BLOWJOB CAT was so happy with his (her?) new neighbour his (her?) eyes started glowing.
Im going feral
I feel so much safer with Blowjob Cat watching over the neighborhood with it’s mighty eye-beams. Wouldn’t have it any other way!
Yeesh, that’s something you don’t want to see in the middle of the night.
Imagine walking alone in a wide dark parking lot and suddenly it’s behind your car.
It being suddenly anywhere is a reason for concern. But if you look at Becky’s expression in panels four and six, you’ll see she isn’t fearful. Neither is she feeling judged by Blowjob Cat. Rather she finds its presence comforting.
*plays the Stevie Nicks cover of “Crash Into You” on the stereo*
Ugh. “Crash Into Me”, I meant. It hasn’t been my week.
I didn’t know there was a Stevie Nicks cover. It’s great.
Bonus question for music majors, past or present: Is “Crash Into Me” a passacaglia, or a chaconne? Discuss.
Both passacaglias and chaconnes are based on dances in triple meter over repeating bass; some musicians try to split a hair over whether an actual bass line or just the harmony repeats, or whether the melody itself is in the bass. But out of the mists of history, the dance significance has been preserved, too, and it’s much more meaningful: If it’s a lone man dancing it’s probably a passacaglia. If it’s a woman or a couple, it’s probably a chaconne. Both dances come out of 17th century Spain, and Spain even now has a very strong tradition of gendered dances, especially for men.
Since “Crash into Me” consists of a lone man singing about a wet dream in common time, I’d call it a passacaglia in four.
Your ideas are intriguing to me and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter.
Thank you.
Meowth!
That’s right!
Welcome to parenthood, Becky. It’s gonna suck sometimes and you can’t uninstall it.
“Hi Becky, remember when you still had principles and an unshakeable faith in your own unconquerable gayness?
Blowjob Cat remembers”
I mean, it’s not like she’s Roy Cohn levels of fucking everyone over for advancement here.
“Roy Cohn did it!” – Dale Gribble
Yet.
Soooo… Is Robin okay?
I think she was a literal one woman campaign for a minute, there. Probably just exhausted.
This is very questionable behavior in a more realistic SP! world. She’s probably not on Cadburry Cream eggs now.
She’s still Robin. I imagine she runs on tons of caffeine and about 2-3 hours of sleep a day.
She’s snoring, so she must be breathing, and she’s face-down so no worries about her swallowing her tongue. She’s fine
I’m assuming she’s just tired, and she did tell Becky that she might not make it to the couch.
No, she’s pretty awful.
She doesn’t get tired like most people. The mini Robin at the controls in her head just switched the big lever from “hyper” to “sleepytime”, that’s all.
And she don’t like Mondays. It’s the silicon chip inside her head. Hope it doesn’t have an “overload” setting.
I can see no reason for it to have one.
Blowjob Cat will never let us down, as we expect nothing and they deliver less.
Blowjob Cat is never gonna make you cry, it’s never gonna say goodbye, and it’s never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.
And then Becky does a rad political assassination and gets her own spin-off where she goes on the run and has to evade the authorities while also hustling up enough cash to keep her phone topped up so she can text Dina.
Thelma and Louise vibe?
Y is everyone refferring to blowjob cat as a he? How dk we know theyre gender?
All im sayin is blowjkb cat coukd be a girk fkr alk we know
I was blown away at the level of detail you’ve put in, Willis. The fact there’s actually a building like the one she’s looking out from is amazing.
I’m busy trying to determine if, in fact, the location *WAS* formerly an addiction center as Roz stated in yesterday’s panel. The fact that it’s located across the street from a school, however, makes me doubt it….
Sorry … *ROBIN*, not Roz.
Someone on Patreon checked it out on Google Street View, as did I after they pointed it out. As of July 2018, the building that would have this view of Blowjob Cat has a sign on it saying “Recovery Engagement Center.” The windows don’t match but everything else does.
Edited to add …. it is. Robin’s apartment/flophouse is on the 7th Street side of the building, and a ‘Recovery Engagement Center’ called “Centerstone” is on the other end of the building on the Rogers Street side (do a Google search for “218 N Rogers Street Bloomington IN” to bring up a map; click on the map and do ‘street view’ to see the buiilding — and if you move down the street you get a street-view of “Blowjob Cat”).
Says “her” here https://www.mccsc.edu/Page/448
New blowjob cat lore! maybe this will make me stop accidentally clicking k instead of o
There used to be some replies here, didn’t there?
One of them pointed to this page, where Artisticat is given feminine pronouns.
That DOES seem pretty conclusive.
I really hope it’s not a her because the blow job cat moniker was already starting to float during construction and it now has to be a girl due to heteronormative tendencies.
I would imagine the more likely cause would be the far sillier ‘Dogs are boys, cats are girls’
That said, I support genderfluid blowjob cat
One of them was also from Willis, saying the plaque uses “he,” so may I present my theory: genderfluid Blowjob Cat.
This is the conclusion that I was coming to last night.
Alternatively, it could be that Blowjob Cat’s gender identity is simply not known, and the plaque and the webpage merely represent the assumptions of their respective authors.
While it’s unlikely, given that Robin collapses literally in the ground in a “realistic” series, I’m wondering if her rapid personality changes and episodes are a result of drug use.
I’m not sure Willis is planning on taking us there, though.
No, she was just cleaning the kitchen counter with baking soda.
…And a razor blade.
As you stare into Blow job cat, blow job cat stares back
But what does the giant Lego mean?
Think those are supposed to be bushes.
You can actually see them in the Street View of that corner — seven carefully trimmed round hedges.
Can you make out the apartment/building they’re in from the viewing angle?
Not sure exactly what you’re asking. You can indeed see the building that Becky is presumably looking out from, even if the windows don’t match. I am not that good with perspective, but Becky’s view looks like what I imagine the view would look like from a second-story window across the street.
If you want to look for yourself, go to Google Street View and plug in 218 N Rogers St. in Bloomington, IN (the building that Becky is presumably in, apparently now remodeled). Rotate clockwise for Blowjob Cat.
Will do. Thanks!
Actually Becky has also fallen over asleep and the last three panels are the start of dream sequence where BJC takes her on a visionquest.
As someone who took a class on transportation planning, which involved a lot of statistical models and surveying data, I look at those binders and say “NOOOOPE”
I feel bad for Becky.
I drive past blowjob cat nearly every day and never noticed the plaque. I had realized that the addiction center was no longer open, but I had not realized (or at least have completely forgotten) that they were converted to apartments.
Since you clearly did a little research in the area, do you know if the chimney swifts are still there on the school grounds? When they tore down the old school in order to build Fairfield Elementary (the school on whose grounds blowjob cat rests), they were legally forced to leave one of the chimneys of the old school standing in the back of the school grounds because of the endangered birds’ nest in the chimney. I was wondering if that nest is still occupied.
Willis now lives in Ohio, so you may be the closest person on the ground. This page from the current Fairview Elementary website indicates that a chimney swift tower is still there.
(I can’t tell if it’s an original chimney or a replacement tower — I’m betting the latter, as purpose-built chimney swift towers seem to be A Thing, especially in Bloomington.)
You can see the chimney swift tower on Street View (319 N. Fairview St). It’s built to look like an actual chimney, but it’s too nice (and too structurally sound) to be original.
I like the way the stack-o-data has little wobble lines when Robin is holding it, but not in Becky’s firm, capable grasp.
I think Becky has her right hand against the window in frame 3, but her left in frames 4, 5, and 6. Maybe this is a metaphor for the whirling, swirling dance of political right and left that occurs whenever Robin is asleep?
She is trying to do that whole “hand-touching through the glass” thing from prison movies.
She doesn’t have either hand on the window in frame 3. If you look closely you can see the outline of her entire arm on the right side in panel 3.
If you look close, both hands hang at her side in frame 3.
Blowjob cat is watching you sell out.
RESPECT. RESPONSIBILITY. PERSONAL BEST. >:O
Good night moon
Good night Robin-who’d-like-to-spoon-a-certain-lady-very-soon
Good night growing sense of guilt
Good night, house that was rebuilt
Good night your very own (sort of) flat
Good night blowjob cat
… this was way too clever. Back in the box, velociraptor.
“Good Night Blowjob Cat” sounds like it should be an Academy Award-winning bittersweet coming-of-age movie.
Call me, Hollywood. I’m prepared to drop everything to write that screenplay right now
Do RL Blowjob Cat’s eyes glow as well?
See picture in Willis’s twitter feed.
It might be the tinting of the apartment window in the comic vs. the photograph taken outdoors, but it seems the eyes glow even brighter in reality than they do here.
All the better to peer into your soul with.
They turn on when the school lights go on at night.
He does – ‘Artisticat’ is actually built from pieces of an old building that used to sit on that site. His eyes are refurbished lights from the entryway.
[Dead Milkmen music]
Blowjob Cat, please look at me
Blowjob Cat, what do you see?
Personally, my next priority would be to drag Robin to the couch. I’m sure that sleeping there isn’t comfortable and might even be a hazard to her health!
Meanwhile, I think that Becky definitely has a grande-sized case of buyers’ remorse.
judging by how long it typically takes three weeks to pass in this comic, how long will it probably be until we see the results of the election?
About three years.
Assuming the historical time rate applies, somewhere around May 2022. Time skips and/or longer storylines may alter results. No warranties expressed or implied. Do not taunt Happy Time Rate.
A L L H A I L B L O W J O B C A T
With a nice view, she said
You choose this life, Becky: to be the manager of a mediocre politician that in alternate universe wanted to marry a star wars artist with a badass name that may not exist.
Yeah – Becky is now doomed to become an amoral spin doctor for conservative politicians. One of these corrupt people you keep hearing about and hate!
Nice work, Becky :PPP
I have to wonder -is BJC’s natural enemy HypoToad?
EVERYONE’s natural enemy is the Hypnoto- ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD.
What kind of wacky neighbor is Blowjob Cat? Barney Rubble? Mr. Furley? Kramer? Wilson?
Isn’t Mrs. Kravitz the original wacky-neighbor-who-suspects-something?
Blowjob Cat is watching you help a Republican.
It’s okay, Becky, Blow job cat will always be there for you.
STOP JUDGING ME, BLOW JOB CAT.
Blowjob Cat looks disapprovingly at your actions.
“while you figure out our next move”
I wouldn’t even know what moves are available. It’s like asking somebody who’s never played chess to figure out your next move for you without explaining the rules.
Either Becky will be helpless…. or a savant. I have no idea which way it’ll go.
This, actually, feels a lot like a job I once had. They put me behind the desk, gave all those files and went away, somehow sure I’ll figure it all out…
As this particular position was a single-person job in the whole company, I didn’t even have anyone to instruct me. So, I was doing my job, not knowing what exactly I was doing.
For some reason, I survived there for over two years…
If you had Google you would have lasted even longer.
Being a campaign manager is easy. Being an effective campaign manager is hard. Becky isn’t trying to be an effective campaign manager. She’s trying to whap a tuition pinata. Unfortunately she lives in a DOA universe.
“But above the gray land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift endlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg. The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are blue and gigantic — their irises are one yard high. They look out of no face, but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose. Evidently some wild wag of an oculist set them there to fatten his practice in the borough of Queens, and then sank down himself into eternal blindness, or forgot them and moved away. But his eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days, under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground”
h a h
Are you allowed both a wacky neighbor and a wacky boss in the same sitcom?
so she gave up the paid tuition?
Full marks for self-awareness, at least, Robin.