Update: New page will be a wee bit late.
Announcement of interest: I’m afraid I’m putting the site on hold for two weeks, to get some work done on some art gallery pieces. 1989 will return March 24th. There will also be a gap at the end of April of about a week, when I’m off to Vancouver to see Glass Candy.
PS: Lyrics in the first panel are from The Dead Milkmen song “Brat in the Frat”.
ahhahaha. oh this is getting goooooood… I have to start calling people fat beaner fucks now
James pointed out to me that ‘beaner’ is a derogatory term for Mexican. In our small interior of British Columbia town of Vernon it was a word used to refer to grade 8 students. Given the casual racism and bigotry of this area, it’s quite possible the two are linked.
and grade 7s are called micro-beaners, and grade 6s are micro-micro-beaners. The system breaks down after that. There was a code word for grade 9s too but i don’t remember it. Not sure what the mexican version means exactly, but i know carlos mencia says it a lot
There’s a Wikipedia entry on it: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beaner
A love of legumes. I guess that makes me a Kraut and a, uh… Peroger.
You spelled “decide” wrong. Or was that intentional?
Yeah I spelled it that way intentionally. I went to autistic lengths to transcribe this song.
You missed my misspelling of ‘fascist’ in the previous page though!
“Fascist” is a word that deserves to be spelled incorrectly!
it dawned on me just now, that my initial qualms about the opening pages of 1989 #3 seeming a bit out of sync in style with the earlier installments, was only part of a master plan to extrude concern from all angles, from the readers. bravo, bravo. critical praise for taking the webcomic to new and BOLD territory. yes.
So, now that the homey cross-hatching appears to be in for the long-haul, my only concerns are when the next page will appear….
…just know that if you starve your audience too long…. well, maybe we won’t be the only ones with concerns *dun dun dun*
This page simultaneously contains the best lyrics ever “Do not like this world of ours/ rather live on planet mars/ die of lock of oxygen/ than breathe the air of other men” and the best excuse ever “aliens turned my friend into a killer mandroid!” Glorious!