Jerry thinks hes being helpful by giving Lydia an old ipod of workout songs when really it’s just the same song over and over and then she is all like “wtf 5 miles” because thats a lot of distance for soeone out of shape like Lydia.
ps I am chadette head of the legion of substitue chads and he couldnt make it today so i posted here instead to be helpful.
I come for the comic, but I stay for Chad and the Legion of Substitute Chads’ meditations on the intricate complexities involved in sequential art storytelling.
I’ve been reading The Rack for a while now (and enjoying it very much. Thank you.), and I don’t really understand the Chad hate. Is there something offensive that I’m missing? Seems cute(ish), mildly amusing, and essentially harmless. This goes for female and multiverse versions of Chad. If you’re counting votes, I say let the manchild live. Consider him your Bat-mite.
OK, let’s pretend you went to work and every day, somebody from another office wandered in, picked up a document you’d written, read it, and then got on top of the table, summarizing it for the entire office loudly very slowly, as if perhaps the entire office didn’t realize what you had written.
Every day. For months. And they frequently got facts wrong, like your boss’s name, or what the company made. And you tried being reasonable and asking them why they were doing this, and maybe you corrected them politely but still, every day, they came into your cube, grabbed whatever report you were written and performed this action.
Now let’s pretend that instead of your work it was a thing that you had created from scratch, something you cared about a lot and really enjoyed putting together with a collaborator you’d come to think of as part of your family.
Hey Kevin, you might be interested to know that you’re not the only webcomic artist with this particular weird commenter/troll. Over on David Willis’s comics, particularly Shortpacked! and his newest one, there’s somebody who does the exact same thing. Over there he goes by Demoncat but the writing style is identical. I’m inclined to believe it’s probably the same guy. So if it makes you feel better, you’re not the only one who suffers from the plague of chad.
But don’t you see, Kevin? The Rack has reached the point of popularity in which it has moved from a thing you created to an emotional piece of it’s reader’s lives.
It now belongs to everyone who shed a tear when Jerry married Abegail.
Much like Batman belongs to all of Gotham, including it’s criminals.
Chad is your Joker. Embrace him.
looks like in some small way Jerry is gettting some fun seeing how Lydia is not looking forward to the training now. espically having to run five miles. also odds are Lydia will be throwing the ipod away after hearing eye of the tiger over and over.
Here’s what I don’t understand: as writer, you presumably have WordPress/ComicPress admin privileges. So if he bothers you that much, why don’t you just I.P.-block him?
It’d be very different if he were saying anything bad about myself or anyone here, but he simply doesn’t — context is very important and I’m enough of a fan of free speech to let someone comment as long as they’re not being a troll.
see this is why chad is the man abn I am just the substitue I never would have figured out that Lydai would throw the ipod away after seeing all those songs.
Your proposal fills me with unrelenting horror, and also the giggles. The idea of a DID patient tormenting himself via various internet identities is too funny not to be true. Kevin! Don’t shoot yourself in the face! There are less messy ways to resolve this!
Jerry stole my exercise playlist. Except I also have “Gonna Fly Now.”
I prefer treadmilling to “Love Shack” and “Missionary Man”, myself. “Hole in my Heart” comes a close third.
Jerry thinks hes being helpful by giving Lydia an old ipod of workout songs when really it’s just the same song over and over and then she is all like “wtf 5 miles” because thats a lot of distance for soeone out of shape like Lydia.
ps I am chadette head of the legion of substitue chads and he couldnt make it today so i posted here instead to be helpful.
AH HA HA HA HA Oh, hey, real chad showed up. Still chadette, nice one!
I think Aaron wants to make linda happy so he gave her a ipod with a song about tigers.
Aw, jeeze. Time to shut that shit down, Kevin.
No. No, I don’t think so.
I come for the comic, but I stay for Chad and the Legion of Substitute Chads’ meditations on the intricate complexities involved in sequential art storytelling.
I’m stoked for Crisis on Infinite Chads.
I’ve been reading The Rack for a while now (and enjoying it very much. Thank you.), and I don’t really understand the Chad hate. Is there something offensive that I’m missing? Seems cute(ish), mildly amusing, and essentially harmless. This goes for female and multiverse versions of Chad. If you’re counting votes, I say let the manchild live. Consider him your Bat-mite.
OK, let’s pretend you went to work and every day, somebody from another office wandered in, picked up a document you’d written, read it, and then got on top of the table, summarizing it for the entire office loudly very slowly, as if perhaps the entire office didn’t realize what you had written.
Every day. For months. And they frequently got facts wrong, like your boss’s name, or what the company made. And you tried being reasonable and asking them why they were doing this, and maybe you corrected them politely but still, every day, they came into your cube, grabbed whatever report you were written and performed this action.
Now let’s pretend that instead of your work it was a thing that you had created from scratch, something you cared about a lot and really enjoyed putting together with a collaborator you’d come to think of as part of your family.
It gets old. Real old.
Hey Kevin, you might be interested to know that you’re not the only webcomic artist with this particular weird commenter/troll. Over on David Willis’s comics, particularly Shortpacked! and his newest one, there’s somebody who does the exact same thing. Over there he goes by Demoncat but the writing style is identical. I’m inclined to believe it’s probably the same guy. So if it makes you feel better, you’re not the only one who suffers from the plague of chad.
“Demoncat” is part of Chad’s email address, so yes.
But don’t you see, Kevin? The Rack has reached the point of popularity in which it has moved from a thing you created to an emotional piece of it’s reader’s lives.
It now belongs to everyone who shed a tear when Jerry married Abegail.
Much like Batman belongs to all of Gotham, including it’s criminals.
Chad is your Joker. Embrace him.
I think Chad is Batman and Kevin is the Joker. Not sure where that leaves Birdie though.
Well, Birdie is obviously Penguin.
Or the scarred-half of Harvey Dent.
Either/Or.
looks like in some small way Jerry is gettting some fun seeing how Lydia is not looking forward to the training now. espically having to run five miles. also odds are Lydia will be throwing the ipod away after hearing eye of the tiger over and over.
oh my god
Here’s what I don’t understand: as writer, you presumably have WordPress/ComicPress admin privileges. So if he bothers you that much, why don’t you just I.P.-block him?
It’d be very different if he were saying anything bad about myself or anyone here, but he simply doesn’t — context is very important and I’m enough of a fan of free speech to let someone comment as long as they’re not being a troll.
see this is why chad is the man abn I am just the substitue I never would have figured out that Lydai would throw the ipod away after seeing all those songs.
everyday I learn from the master
Kevin and Chad. I’ve seen this movie. It’s called Fight Club.
Your proposal fills me with unrelenting horror, and also the giggles. The idea of a DID patient tormenting himself via various internet identities is too funny not to be true. Kevin! Don’t shoot yourself in the face! There are less messy ways to resolve this!
Anywho, back on topic. So what music would be on Lydia’s playlist? Should be thankful she didn’t get Rick’s playlist.
I think Lydia would have a workout playlist of music that she secretly likes but is ashamed to admit she owns. Like Kesha.