The Saga of Bob and Vlad, by John Scalzi and Tom Tomorrow
Posted on February 11, 2014 Posted by John Scalzi 36 Comments
https://twitter.com/tomtomorrow/status/433426933854904320
https://twitter.com/tomtomorrow/status/433427561796734976
https://twitter.com/tomtomorrow/status/433428145748725760
https://twitter.com/tomtomorrow/status/433428941760516097
https://twitter.com/tomtomorrow/status/433429728079261696
https://twitter.com/tomtomorrow/status/433430560833155072
I suspect a stray dog scooted across Bob’s pillowcases.
This should be on Broadway. As a musical.
Rofl
My fave is a toilet that is actually in a wall.
The workers did a really astoundingly good job on putting a toilet in a wall.
My thought eventually was? How much of an ass is their boss who I bet told them to do what the blue prints said.
And the drywall people said ‘But!’ and the boss said….
Thanks to the two of you. That made my day!
This is a better story than anything Jimmy Roberts will come up with in the next two weeks.
Yikes.
This is the Winter Olympics of my heart! <3
John, here in the UK our Channel 4 put together a short music video you’d appreciate about the Olympics and what it means to be gay. It’s, well, very British…. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6RID82Ru-k
That was hysterical!
Hilarious! You rock, Mr. Scalzi!
Also, ten bucks says that Putin is secretly in the closet.
Wow. Who would have thunk it… https://twitter.com/BoffoYuxDudes/status/433591777417625600
Proving once again: Just because you like sex with other men doesn’t mean you’re GAY.
I give it 2 hours before someone paints/draws this or turns it into a comic book. Possibly less.
Desz:
As Tom Tomorrow is a cartoonist, this is entirely likely.
Dan (i.e., Tom) is one of the good guys. Was glad to have met him ~21 years ago when I was on staff of an alt-weekly that ran his strip.
Oh goodness, that was wonderful! Save this for the coffee table edition of Best Of The Twitter Archives.
I am resisting the powerful temptation to chutney Tom Tomorrow on this.
(It would, of course, be distinctly rude of anyone else to illustrate it.)
There are MU*s for this kind of thing, but it was excellent nonetheless.
“The polar bear eventually told US weekly”.
Although admittedly, the other tabloids reported on the cause of Putin’s pinkeye first. :-)
LMAO you guys are silly. :-)
You chickened out, John. You missed the chance to take it to the next level, then see if Tom would. Competitive improvisational slash is the best. Takes the phrase ‘one-up-manship’ to the next level.
I wish the Vlad and Bob on a polar bear was a tee shirt. Thank you for the laughs, gentlemen.
So, this was your secret project requiring seclusion? But: I call shenanigans! There was no guitar!
(you can make this right by turning the above True Story into a ballad).
My reaction when.
That was beautiful. I can’t wait for the movie.
Genius! Thanks for posting it here for those of us who don’t follow Twitter.
But was the Polar Bear companion the result of The Hunting joke?
Reblogged this on Musings, Mutterings, and Acts of Mental Mayhem.
Am I the only one who found it extremely disorienting when Dan/Tom abruptly switched from present to past tense? And only three tweets from the end! Whole suspension of disbelief thing, bam, right out the window. Gave me vertigo and everything. :(
At night, the stray dogs come.
Where is this line from? Did I read this in some post apocalyptic 90s short story? Google is not helping me here.
” ‘At night, the stray dogs come.’ Where is this line from?”
It might be a riff on Matt Groening from Life is Hell.
“Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.”
Then again it might not be at all related.
I got this yesterday, after reading about it here. Now I’m halfway through and loving it. Though I’ve got to say “it’s mighty geeky.” In a good way.
Nice – wordpress required login, jumped me back here instead of the thread I thought I was posting it. Cool “feature”, that!
See this is why you have a Hugo and I do not. You are a talented writer . . .