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"In which Nillan takes it all too seriously." [Leyla] If I may: / [Nillan] You may. / [Leyla] The problem, I think, is that you over-think things. You've got all this artificial weight on your shoulders... you're taking it all too seriously. Lives don't start when you enter them... / [Leyla] Or end when you leave them. / [Leyla] The future doesn't...
"In which she isn't surprised." [Nillan] Are you... surprised? / [Leyla] No. / [Nillan] I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said... that. / [Leyla] It's okay. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did... I'm just sort of unsure where to file that information. / [Nillan] How about there?
"In which she could say It back." [Nillan] Well. / [Leyla] I don't know what to say. / [Nillan] You could say "it" back. / [Leyla] But someday I'm going to break your heart. / [Nillan] You know for sure? / [Leyla] Well... I plan on going back to Montréal. And maybe doing a master's degree... in California? / [Leyla] Those plans are rather......
"In which Nillan washes the dishes." [Nillan] So... Are we still, um... "together", then. / [Leyla] I don't know Nillan. Are we? / [Nillan] I thought I was happy. / [Leyla] Me too. / [Leyla] How about we just do this? How about we just take it a day at a time and be realistic. / [Nillan] Yes OK. / [Nillan] Sometimes I wish I was OLDER. / [Leyla]...
"In which Snake Guy looks for his monkey." [Nillan] So... that was interesting... / [Nillan] This whole time I've been with Leyla, I've been thinking about our own future... 10 years down the road... and she's been thinking 10 HOURS down the road. Am I the only young man who actually plans to have a lasting relationship, or what? I must be...
 
"In which Sam craves some milk." [Sam] Nillan? / [Nillan] Sam? What are you doing out at this hour? / [Sam] 11:58pm isn't all that late, Nillan. / [Nillan] I guess not. What are you up to? / [Sam] Getting some milk at 7-11. I had a craving for milk. You? / [Nillan] Walking home... / [Sam] From Leyla's? / [Nillan] Yeah. / [Sam] And what...
"In which Sam purchases some milk." [Sam] Milk. / [Nillan] I remember, when I was a kid, I used to have these friends... we'd go to 7-11 all the time to get these slurpees and stuff. And these guys, they'd walk out with $10 worth of candy shoved in their pockets. / [Sam] Stolen? / [Nillan] Of course. / [Nillan] I stopped hanging out with...
"In which Sam is smitten." [Nillan] So, how was your day? / [Sam] Not bad. / [Sam] Bumped into Jessica today at the radio station. / [Nillan] Yeah? / [Sam] She was there to get somtehing for the art club. / [Nillan] And? / [Sam] I don't know... There used to be some chemistry there but now I don't feel it from her end. / [Nillan]...
"In which Nillan finds a loonie on the floor." [Nillan] Change! / [Sam] Change. That's what I need. / [Nillan] Yeah? / [Sam] Yeah. I mean,t hat's what you did... with Leyla... you took a chance. And things panned out okay. / [Nillan] I don't know. / [Sam] Huh? / [Nillan] The thing is, tonight I told her that I loved her. And she couldn't respond. / [Nillan]...
"In which Sam relates to Nillan the story of Leyla's past." [Nillan] What is it that I don't know? / [Sam] Well... about Leyla... / [Sam] When she first came here last year from Montréal, she left behind her boyfriend from highschool. / [Nillan] How do you know? / [Sam] His name was Jeph. / [Nillan] But... / [Sam] I met her before you at a beergarden last school...
 
"In which Leyla discusses her life with Jessica in a loud party." [Sam] ...I think she was lonely... / [Leyla] I'm so lonely these days, Jessica. / [Jessica] Look, huh, this is the universe's way of telling you to focus on YOURSELF. / [Outkast] Hey Ya! He-ey Ya! / [Leyla] I miss Jeph. / [Outkast] You think you got it, Ohh you think you've got it But you just don't get...
"In which Jessica requests some less underground music." [Nillan] --Wait a sec. How do you know all this? / [Sam] I was DJing. They were at my table. Talkin'. / [Sam] And dissin' my music selection. / [Jessica] Sam! Don't put on more underground stuff! I want something I can dance to!! / [Leyla] *sob* / [Sam] Blackalicious IS HARDLY underground. And certainly...
"In which Sam greets his mother and pours a glass of milk." [Sam] Hey mom. / [Sam's Mom] Hi. Oh! Hello Nillan! / [Nillan] Hi. / [Nillan] So what happened next? / [Sam] Oh yeah... Well, I invited Leyla to come chill with me behind the DJ booth. And we talked for a while. Or rather, SHE talked. / [Leyla] You know what my problem was? I thought me an' Jeph would...
"In which Nillan is rather distraught by Leyla's cushioning." [Nillan] "You've got to cushion for failure"? So that's why she won't say she loves me? / [Sam] That's my guess. / [Nillan] Wow. You know, Sam, that's pretty sad. I mean we live ina world where people are so afraid to get hurt that they don't let themselves FEEL anymore. It's a world of robots going...
"In which Nillan walks below a Japanese Cherry Tree." [Nillan's Letter] Dear Leyla... Tonight, I walked home from Sam's place at close to one in the morning... it was windy and the cherry blossoms swirled around me in the wind. / [Nillan's Letter] I remember, as a kid, (on windy days in spring), I used to spread my arms and let the wind blow me across...
 
"In which tension is released." [Nillan] I've decided to write a play. / [Leyla] A play about what? / [Nillan] About happiness. / [Leyla] HAPPINESS? / [Nillan] Happiness. Too many plays are written about sadness and stuff. With dark depressing characters and depressing imagery. / [Leyla] That's because happiness is dull. / [Nillan]...
"In which Nillan has an autobiographical alter-ego." [Leyla] So, how's the play coming? / [Nillan] Chewing my pencil. / [Leyla] Problem? / [Nillan] Well, I want to make the main character different enough from myself that no one will suspect that this play is autobiographical. / [Leyla] That's a tough task. / [Nillan] Yes it is. Perhaps I could make my protaganist...
"In which Nillan has no character." [Leyla] So, what do you have so far, my mysterious playwright? / [Nillan] Um... it's the story of a depressed woman living in poverty in a suburb of London. / [Leyla] I thought you were writing something happy. / [Nillan] Happy was dull. / [Leyla] It sounds fabulous. Can I read it? / [Nillan] It's not...
"In which underarms are discredited." [Nillan's Letter] "Dear Leyla: Today was possibly the best single day that I've ever spent with one person in my life." / [Nillan] You are such a liar! / [Leyla] I am totally not. / [Nillan's Letter] "I used to take walks and be content with just sort of taking in the beauty of nature and stuff by myself....
"In which a bus drives off." [Nillan] My bus is here. / [Leyla] Bye Nillan. See you saturday. / [Nillan's Letter] "Sometimes, catch-phrases are really dumb. But whoever said 'Eyes are the window to the soul' was TOTALLY onto something." / [Nillan] Bye. / [Nillan's Letter] "You ever notice how that glimmer appears in the eyes of...
 
"In which misery is personified." [Nillan's letter] Speaking of the bus! Craziness today... this woman got on and she was, like, misery personified... / [Miserable woman] EXCUSE ME! EX-CUSE ME! / [Nillan's letter] She was carrying some shopping bags and some guy accidentally bumped her... / [Miserable woman] Glare... / [Guy on the...
"In which no one remembers." [Nillan's letter] Oh! Speaking of the bus! Today, some guy on the bus totally thought I was someone that he used to know... / [Another guy on the bus] Hi! / [Nillan] Hm? / [Nubuktu] How are you doin' Andrew? / [Nillan] Sorry, I think you've mistaken me for someone else. / [Nillan's letter] ... Imagine!...
"In which a soul is tormented." [Nillan's letter] Wow! Can you imagine how cruel that would be? I could, like, cause depression in that man's life... / [Nubuktu] No one ever remembers me. / [Nillan's letter] And then -- because he got depressed -- his wife would get all depressed too. / [Nubuktu] I am so sad. / [Nubuktu's wife] My soul...
"In which children go unfed so that dogs may have sweaters." [Ubuktu's wife] I love you Percy. / [Nillan's letter] Seriously though! People who think of their animals as little people really bug me! / [Dog] Rarf? / [Nillan's letter] They buy their dogs and monkeys and lizards little pieces of clothing and parade them around like children or something. / [Dog at...
"In which a joke is deflated." [Nillan] That male-ling is certainly enjoying mauling that balloon. / [Leyla] "Male-ling"? / [Kid] *Bat!* / [Nillan] His fists fly furiously, small dull bats pattering the round rubber skin of the spheroid. / [Leyla] Are balloons even made of rubber? / [Kid] *Fwap! Piff! Bat! Poof! Bat!* / [Nillan] Oh!...
 
"In which Snoopy is possibly mocked openly. Possibly." [Leyla] Are you done with being punny now? I would like to finish reading your letter... / [Nillan] I'm sorry. I do believe I could stay with you all day and trade wordful wizardry forever and be content. / [Leyla] You would eventually become hungry. / [Nillan] Nonsense! I would fight the crows for bread...
"In which the use of unnecessarily long words is contempla... oh forget it." [Leyla] The sun is setting. / [Nillan] I enjoy how the sun sets so tremendously late in the summer. / [Leyla] Me too. / [Nillan] We should, perhaps, think about returning to our respective homes. I think I am getting a tad chilly. / [Leyla] Then stop pacing and snuggle up next to me. I would like to...
"In which poop is not stepped upon." [Nillan] But really... my grammatical games are not supre-annoying... are they? / [Leyla] Not really. I dig the whole "smart-guy" aura that you project. / [Nillan] Really? I have an aura? / [Leyla] Yeah. It's all academia-hotness. Smart and well-read. High-brow stud. / [Nillan] Geeky? / [Leyla] Not...
"In which a letter is made Toxic." [Leyla, reading] |||||||||||||||| / [Nillan] You murmer when you read. / [Leyla] *, excuse me? / [Nillan] You murmur when you read. In soft, somewhatsoothing tones. Lips slightly parted... it's beautiful in a way. / [Leyla] I wasn't murmuring. I was singing. / [Nillan] Really? What were you singing? / [Leyla]...
"In which writing Vampires suck." [Nillan's letter] Yeah. So that was basically my day. I dunno if you found that interesting or whatever, but I thought I'd write it down. -- Nill. / [Leyla] This letter is beautiful. / [Nillan] It's sorta poorly-written. Mind you, I wrote it really late at night. / [Leyla] How late? / [Nillan] 2 am. / [Leyla]...
 

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