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[Turbo Ninja]

LINK

I hope this isn't the end of the arc(s).  I was looking forward to all the shenanigans in between yesterday's strip and today's "solution."

Efited to add link, what the hell people.

[jaydub]

Why do people always attack the monitor?  The brains are in the box!

[colmore]

I'm almost never excited by the art in Achewood.  It generally works well for the strip, and at times it can do surprising and funny things, but it doesn't really stand on its own.  The last panel of today's strip is one of the few images I've seen that I think I would have been impressed with had I never read the strip.

Also, Cornelius and Ray seem to have one thing in common: both are constantly giving themselves treats and just kickin' it.  A man who can just stroll around his own house in a smoking jacket with a martini for no special occasion at all has got a few more things figured out about life than me.

[Arachno-capitalist]

The whomping instrument in the last panel is a cricket bat. In a previous life at a previous college I would join other men in a jeep and hunt for larger ground rodents that needed to be whomped with a cricket bat. The record was held by a young man, now graduated, who whomped a raccoon 8.5 feet on VA route 460.

[wombat]

OK, never mind A-CAP's politics -- I don't know which is worse, that he beats on defenseless animals or that he thinks that a raccoon is a rodent.

[Arachno-capitalist]

OK, never mind A-CAP's politics -- I don't know which is worse, that he beats on defenseless animals or that he thinks that a raccoon is a rodent.

I admit to no such thing. And I said they were hunting for rodents, not that a raccoon was a rodent. If anyone here other than wombat can quickly discern a small fuzzy animal from Rodentia or Carnivora orders, they know more about rodentia and carnivora than i do.

[V-Adore]

I was hoping that the next few strips would be Cornelius taking out his rage on Nolan with that cricket bat, but since I'm sure Nolan has a subscription to dapper-ursine-authors-beating-you-with-cricket-supplies.com, it would probably lose its vengeance factor and just get creepier. Oh, well.

[wombat]

I admit to no such thing. And I said they were hunting for rodents, not that a raccoon was a rodent.

So you're friends with people who can't even find proper rodents to whomp when they're looking for them? These kids today, I don't know what the world is coming to.

But as for the strip - Normally I am all worried about poor innocent Philippe but I feel like Cornelius is overreacting here. I mean, a thousand dollars to have dinner and Philippe obviously doesn't even realize the guy is probably using his letters for perverted purposes - I'm not sure I see the problem. Or is the real issue that wealth is making Philippe into kind of a jerk?

[linnea]

So you're friends with people who can't even find proper rodents to whomp when they're looking for them? These kids today, I don't know what the world is coming to.

But as for the strip - Normally I am all worried about poor innocent Philippe but I feel like Cornelius is overreacting here. I mean, a thousand dollars to have dinner and Philippe obviously doesn't even realize the guy is probably using his letters for perverted purposes - I'm not sure I see the problem. Or is the real issue that wealth is making Philippe into kind of a jerk?

Look at what Philippe told Connie, dude. Connie's mind is running rampant with possibilities. Philippe's simplified statement makes it sound like he is being groomed by a pedophile. I, too, wish to see Connie rockin' Nolan's head with a cricket bat.

Also, the phrase "you've got the cash reserves of a tortilla" is pure comedy gold. I love it.

[theinevitable]

The whomping instrument in the last panel is a cricket bat. In a previous life at a previous college I would join other men in a jeep and hunt for larger ground rodents that needed to be whomped with a cricket bat. The record was held by a young man, now graduated, who whomped a raccoon 8.5 feet on VA route 460.

This is why the world needs women. Otherwise, men convince themselves things like this are a good idea.

[Golfhaus]

I dunno... when I hung out with the dudes, worst we ever did was take stop signs down from intersections.

Note: We never actually took stop signs down from intersections.

I agree with the Mr.-Bear-is-defending-Philippe's-sweet-virgin-ass hypothesis, but I prefer to think of it as him summarily rejecting all of the stupid shit that the Internet makes possible. A five year old otter can earn a thousand dollars for having dinner with a man because of the Internet. You can send pictures of your junk to people in Sri Lanka because of the Internet. White supremacists can make money by having their teenage daughters release hate music because of the Internet. For all of the benefits of the Internet, it certainly does allow a lot of stupid bullshit to continue to exist, and indeed, to prosper.

[melack]

I love that when Phillipe comes into a modest sum of money, he immediately transforms into Louis XIV.

[littlefallsmets]

You whomp the monitor, you break it in a way that Phillipe sure as hell can't fix and... that Phillipe can't so easily talk Beef into fixing for him. You know that he'd guilt repair to Beef-fixable things outta Beef in, like, two minutes.

We only took electioneering signs from lawns. We were not partisan, we considered them all equal eyesores in the eyes of The Great Spirit. And by the Great Spirit, I mean "our marijuana high".

[chuanoplast]

Phillipe's candelabreptre is so cute. Not only can he hit disloyal subjects with it, he can also use it to find his way to the bathroom at night.

[Toaster]

Once again, we see that Cornelius Bear is the fuck*ng man. The guy is a gentleman through and through, but if you endanger his little buddy, he will fuck*ng curb your ass.

But as for the strip - Normally I am all worried about poor innocent Philippe but I feel like Cornelius is overreacting here. I mean, a thousand dollars to have dinner and Philippe obviously doesn't even realize the guy is probably using his letters for perverted purposes - I'm not sure I see the problem. Or is the real issue that wealth is making Philippe into kind of a jerk?

Wombat, what the fuck? I'm very disturbed by your indifference here. I, for one, see the problem quite clearly, as I'm sure everyone else here does. Just imagine your own child in Philippe's place, and maybe then you'll get it.

Compared to the real problem, your hypothesis of money ruining Phillipe is piddling.

I agree with the Mr.-Bear-is-defending-Philippe's-sweet-virgin-ass hypothesis, but I prefer to think of it as him summarily rejecting all of the stupid shit that the Internet makes possible. A five year old otter can earn a thousand dollars for having dinner with a man because of the Internet. You can send pictures of your junk to people in Sri Lanka because of the Internet. White supremacists can make money by having their teenage daughters release hate music because of the Internet. For all of the benefits of the Internet, it certainly does allow a lot of stupid bullshit to continue to exist, and indeed, to prosper.

Jesus, Golfhaus, Cornelius doesn't care about making a symbolic gesture about the human condition. He wants to make sure that Philippe doesn't talk to a pedophile. It's not about the world, it's only about Philippe. It's really, really simple. If there's any second layer, it's that he's angry at himself for not being careful enough with the boy's internet access. You can bet that as soon as he takes care of Nolan, Cornelius will become computer-savvy and put all the necessary precautions in place so that this doesn't happen again.