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Bill Gates 1982 W.E.: Woah, that's BILL GATES! / J.E.: [[thought bubble]] Whatever. / W.E.: Oh hey Bill Gates. DOS rocks! / Bill Gates: Great to meet you. / W.E.: Wow, I just talked to Bill Gates! / J.E.: Personally, a geek with his fly down doesn't impress me.
When snowmen get ED [[Frosty the Snowman and Mrs. Snowman in bed. Frosty looks dejected. ]] / Caption: It happens, Frosty. A few minutes in the freezer and you'll be fine!
Cycle Tix: [[slouched, depressed]] Everything seems pointless. / Laptop: Did you know sad people are more creative? (Wired 22 Oct 2010) / Tix: [[jumping for joy]] Boo Yah! I'm sad, ergo I'm creative! That makes me happy! / Tix: [[depressed again]] Happy => Not creative => Sad! Sigh!
Complex Decisions Tix: Whatcha doin? / Becky[[on laptop]]: I'm deciding if I like this new song or not. / Tix: But you're not even listening to it. / Becky: Oh no. They track downloads, so first I need to research and make sure I would be OK if my 6,795 friends even knew I downloaded it. / {{It gets tricky when...
Fundamental Problem Narrator: [[pointing to Venn diagram where target demographic does not intersect with media]] I'm afraid we have a fundamental problem here.
 
Your Mom Tix[[glaring at software package]]: They could never say, "So easy a 'negro' can install it!" / Tix: So how is it OK to say "So EZ YOUR MOM could install it??!!"
Cloak of Invisibility [[at some event]] / Tix [[speaking to Betty]]: I'd like to have one of your business ca--- / Rude Lady in Red: [[interrupting]] Oh Betty, sooooo glad you're not busy. We need to talk. / Betty: [[pivoting away from Tix]] Oh yes, I was hoping to see you. How are you? / Rude Lady in Red: We went to...
Safe from Terrorists [[on a beach littered with unburied corpses]] / Terrorist: [[to communication device]] It was easy sir. We didn't fire a shot. They were all dead or dying of cancer from those TSA scans. / Dying guy: Kill me please.
Always Wrong Becky: Whatcha doin' Ma? / Tix: [[looking sheepish, seated at laptop]] ummmm... just taking a break with some Facebook Hackage. / Becky: Aren't you supposed to be doing the KnumKnuts poster? / Tix: Yeah... just takin' a break... / [[3 Days Later:]] / Tix: [[sitting at drawing table looking sheepish...
Half a dead rat Tix: The cat left half a dead rat for me on the porch. / Robby: OK, OK, I'll take care of it. / Robby: [[washing hands]] Well, now you can quit bitching that no one gives a rat's ass.
 
Flameproof [[Fat Ugly Internet Guy is firing a flamethrower.]] / Tix: An advantage to being under a cloak of invisibility is that flamers can't find me, and even if they do, I'm flameproof.
AA Meeting Marilyn: Hate to be a bad hostess but I have to go to an AA meeting. / Tix: You? an alkie? But you've gone months... / [[at the meeting]] / Anonymous lady [[droning on and on]]: And so when my kids would scream I would drink more bla bla bla / Marilyn: [[thought bubble]] Get me out of here! / [[back...
Escape from the Zombies Zombies: [[coming around corner]] Brains mmmmm? / Tix: [[hasn't seen them yet, whistles a note]] / Zombies: [[close up]] Brains?. Brains. / [[Later, at home without a scratch]] / Tix: It's like they couldn't even smell me. Do you suppose the invisibility cloak is smellproof? / Susan: Zombies want...
When all else fails try email Tix: Did you see the previous comic, Susan? You were in it! / Susan: No, 'cuz... how'm I supposed to know when a new one comes out? / Tix: [[annoyed]] You'd think my BEST FRIEND would at least subscribe to the feed! / Susan: [[freaked computer user face]] I clicked that RSS thingy but it festered....
Christmas Science [[Tix and Jorge are in the back seat.]] / Tix: I'm not so sure about the "good" kids getting the best presents. / Jorge: Me either. It seems the biggest brats score the best stuff / [[Data sheet with kids' names, badness ratings, and present quality]] / Tix: (offstage) Let's do some science. / [[Scatter...
 
Campaign of Evil William [[crouching down to kid level]]: I saw your little scatter plot, kids. If you're old enough to do that you need to know the truth about Santa. / Jorge [[holding Shel Silverstein book]]: That's so preschool. Dad. We already know all about Santa. / Tix: [[holding Horrid Henry book]]: Besides,...
Warm up for Evil [[dog is pooping]] / [[Jorge is scooping up the poop and has a jar in his hand. What a good boy cleaning up the back yard.]] / [[The jar of poop shows up in the pantry labelled "peanut butter."]]
Healthy Snacks Tix: Burp! All this holiday food gut bomb.... I truly crave something healthy. / Tix: Aaaah. There we go. Sunflower sprouts. So yummy. [[Nom Nom]] / {{Later that night, Tix is in bed.}} Sunflower: [[with knife]] You ate my babies! Vengeance will be mine!
"Mature" geek job interview Tim: I actively seek mature job applicants. They tend not to act rashly, they are more polite... / Tim: they don't demand special treatment, they have better attendance, and most of all, then tend not to leave for another job. / Tix: Yes, hehe, it's such a positive thing to be appreciated. / Tix:...
Am I a "fit"? Abe [[on phone]]: This is Abe from Farty Poop. Tim was impressed with you so I'm just calling to see if you'd be a "fit." / Tix: What is your job there, Abe? / Abe: I'm director of creativity. / Tix: Cool! Can I see any of your work? / Abe: Well, I've only been here a month... / Tix: ummm, so,...
 
Look on the Bright Side Tix: [[in car, enroute to new job]] This is the kind of job you should turn down. But damnit, I need a job. I know plenty of people who last a long time in jobs they hate. / Tim: Welcome to Farty Poop. This is Abe... you spoke to on the phone. / Abe: Hi. / Tix: [[thought bubble looking at Abe's...
Recycled Workstation Tix: Nice Rig, Abe! / Abe: Yes. I need this because I'm creative. / Tix: And is there perhaps a workstation for me? / Tim: [[gesturing towards a pile of e-waste]] You should be able to build a working box out of these slightly older ones. / Tix: What if I just use my personal laptop? / Tim: No,...
Kid Humour William [[nudging Sanchez in the ribs]]: That's what she said. {{*snicker}} / Sanchez: Ajaja! Didn't see that one coming! Ha ha ha! / [[Tix and Jorge are completely baffled]] / {{Tix and Jorge are sitting in a tree}} / Tix: Grownups make the dumbest jokes. Who would think that stuff was funny? / Jorge:...
Straw Into Gold Marilyn: He wants you to build a workstation out of that shit?? Ha ha! / Tix: {{holding up photo on phone}} Yup. / Marilyn: It would take *me* two days... MAYbe. And this is what I *do.* Here, take this. It's ten years newer than that shit. And it works. No charge. No one would pay for this clunker. / Tix:...
CRT Monitor Tix: {{thought bubble}} Shit, I forgot to ask Marilyn for a monitor. / Tim: Here's some ethernet cable. It's a bit more up-to-date than the token ring you're probably used to. / Tix: {{from under the desk, thought bubble}} Jesus, just how fucking old does he think I am. / Tix: {{speaking aloud}}...
 
Monitor from Hell Tix: [[thought bubble]] I come in to work well caffeinated, energetic and ready to rock. / Tix: [[thought bubble]] By 10 o'clock I that flickering monitor has given me a splitting headache. / Tix: [[thought bubble]] By 11:00 I'm a drooling idiot. I attempt to self-medicate with more caffeine. / Tix:...
Lunchtime at Farty Poop Tim: I hate brussel sprouts. / Abe: I hate tofu! / Tim: Oh, and I hate Brie. / Abe: I really hate split pea soup! / Tix: I can't eat pork. / Tim: What! What are you, some kind of a liberal hippie?
Suck it down Tim: The master is called "Master," and the slave is called "Slave." Please get a local copy of the database. / Tix: Through the network? You know how BIG that thing is? / Tix: Wouldn't it be better if they did it at the data center and fedexed it to me? / Tim: I don't think so. You know what...
In the Dumps Tix: {{thought bubble}} better verify the master/slave info. Dumping Master would be BAD! / Tix: {{to herself}} OK, that's fine. Now to find a drive big enough to put all this data / Tix: {{thought bubble}} Here goes nothing! / Terminal: Dump slave. Dump initiating / Tim: {{on phone}} What the...
Whodunnit? Tix: Two days later you now have a sync'd local copy. / Tim: I knew I could count on a "seasoned veteran" to get it done (eventually.) / Tim: But you can get yourself fired for a move like switching server names. I'm giving you a bye this time because you're new. / Tix: {{mumbling}} I didn't rename...
 

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