I did that quite easily in the hallway as a kid. I also knocked the shit out of myself doing that a few times.
I can still do it today, but with more effort. Much more effort. And usually on a drunken dare. I still knock the crap out of myself from time to time.
She’s short, thin, and presumably keeps fit enough to be able to make a living webcamming. It’s not that much of a stretch that she’d be able to do that for a minute or so.
I can do that almost anywhere, as long as the room is small enough for them to reach both sides. The surface can also make a difference, as does whether or not I’m wearing socks, but usually I can pull it off. Of course, holding the position for long or moving around while remaining suspended are much harder.
Looking up is going to get her killed someday. If you can’t SEE the face-sucking alien, it’s not there. It’s the Wile E. Coyote Principle. Until you see the canyon below you, you can’t fall into it.
That’s cartoon logic. You need to use horror movie logic. If you don’t see it, you won’t be horribly murdered for at least 10 seconds. You will be equally surprised either way.
In one D&D game I played, there was a skill (or feat or spell or something) house-ruled in that allowed you to sense the aura of objects or something when you close your eyes and focus, hindered slightly by veils/illusions and more greatly by physical objects like walls and doors. The range and sensitivity of the skill depended on your level in the classes that had access to it (paladin, I think, and a couple others) and a dice roll, but near the end of the adventure, I was a high enough level to see clear through the door into the next room, seeing monsters and all. Naturally, I spammed it like crap until the DM made it drain mana (another house-ruled replacement for the magic system that I completely forgot). Then, thankfully, he gave me an item that allowed infinite use of the skill in another game, only with more nerfed abilities.
Yeah, it took me a bit when reading the previous comic’s comments to figure out why everyone thought it was a urinal cake, since the dialogue doesn’t actually spell it out. But then I noticed the name of the previous comic is actually “Urinal Cake.” So that’s pretty conclusive, unless “laying a urinal cake” is some kind of new euphemism for taking a poop or something.
If I remember right, once you get assigned a random avatar, it stays the same unless you actively change it. (Or Willis adds more avatars, which apparently resets the randomizer so you get a new one.) Look on the bright side: I got stuck with the perpetually crapped-upon Cyclops. Not the only reason I got my own, but it was one reason…
I wouldn’t be surprised if Roz still manages to escape without Robin noticing her. Not because Roz is that good at stealth, but Robin is just that dense.
“I left Earth seven years ago. In that time, do you
know the most interesting thing I’ve learned about downsiders?”
…
“No. What is the most interesting thing about downsiders?”
“Downsiders … never look up.”
Need to know who the wise and/or experienced players are? Throw your players into a spooky place, and see which ones check the floor and ceiling for about 4 rounds before they move.
Should have hidden behind the door.
Wait. Is Roz an abductee? Because that’s hard enough to require either superpowers or being Summer Glau to pull off.
I did that quite easily in the hallway as a kid. I also knocked the shit out of myself doing that a few times.
I can still do it today, but with more effort. Much more effort. And usually on a drunken dare. I still knock the crap out of myself from time to time.
She’s short, thin, and presumably keeps fit enough to be able to make a living webcamming. It’s not that much of a stretch that she’d be able to do that for a minute or so.
I can do that almost anywhere, as long as the room is small enough for them to reach both sides. The surface can also make a difference, as does whether or not I’m wearing socks, but usually I can pull it off. Of course, holding the position for long or moving around while remaining suspended are much harder.
Leslie would do so well in the Alien series.
I mean as well as anyone can who isn’t named Ripley.
Believe it … or not!
Looking up is going to get her killed someday. If you can’t SEE the face-sucking alien, it’s not there. It’s the Wile E. Coyote Principle. Until you see the canyon below you, you can’t fall into it.
If you can’t SEE the face-sucking alien, it’s not there.
Tell that to the face hugging alien above you.
Odd how everyone (so far) is thinking of alien.
Well, David’s link to the comic via Twitter *did* say “Roz the face-hugger”.
“Five meters, man. Four. What the hell?”
(everyone looks up at the ceiling in horrified realization)
That’s cartoon logic. You need to use horror movie logic. If you don’t see it, you won’t be horribly murdered for at least 10 seconds. You will be equally surprised either way.
This isn’t Horror, though. This is a Wacky Antics Comic. Although it does come in handy at this particular moment, Miss Bean is Wrong Genre Savvy.
The average gamer will check the floors and walls for traps; the experienced ones will check the ceiling…even outside.
The old gamers will launch a fireball into the room before opening the door, just in case.
In one D&D game I played, there was a skill (or feat or spell or something) house-ruled in that allowed you to sense the aura of objects or something when you close your eyes and focus, hindered slightly by veils/illusions and more greatly by physical objects like walls and doors. The range and sensitivity of the skill depended on your level in the classes that had access to it (paladin, I think, and a couple others) and a dice roll, but near the end of the adventure, I was a high enough level to see clear through the door into the next room, seeing monsters and all. Naturally, I spammed it like crap until the DM made it drain mana (another house-ruled replacement for the magic system that I completely forgot). Then, thankfully, he gave me an item that allowed infinite use of the skill in another game, only with more nerfed abilities.
For some reason, the last panel made me think Roz has stretching powers.
Which would come in handy in her profession.
WTF is Robin eating?
Click link. Get answer.
http://www.shortpacked.com/blog/comic/book-11/07-sdcc-2010-sketches/bathroom/
Ah, thanks. I… keep forgetting those are a real thing.
Urinal cake.
Yeah, it took me a bit when reading the previous comic’s comments to figure out why everyone thought it was a urinal cake, since the dialogue doesn’t actually spell it out. But then I noticed the name of the previous comic is actually “Urinal Cake.” So that’s pretty conclusive, unless “laying a urinal cake” is some kind of new euphemism for taking a poop or something.
Why hasn’t anyone bothered to STOP Robin from eating the Urinal Cake?
Good thing Leslie’s the smart one.
Smart, and by the look of things none too happy to be seeing Roz.
Kick the bitch out!
SpiderRoz, SpiderRoz, does whatever a SpiderRoz can…
Is there a reason why my Avatar always ends up being Johnny 5 now?
I’ve been wondering myself why I’m always Aslan. I have been left with no choice but to assume it is because I’m Jesus.
I guess that means you’re a robot.
So that makes me a Super Soldier?
Ok. I can live with that, I guess.
Well, atleast I’m not Sentinel Prime than…
If I remember right, once you get assigned a random avatar, it stays the same unless you actively change it. (Or Willis adds more avatars, which apparently resets the randomizer so you get a new one.) Look on the bright side: I got stuck with the perpetually crapped-upon Cyclops. Not the only reason I got my own, but it was one reason…
“Mike doesn’t fuck Amber’s mom”?
OMG! Spoilers!
…
I see this going interesting places, sexy places.
Roz is just trying to avoid a conversation, since everyone knows how difficult it is to talk to someone when they’re on the ceiling.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Roz still manages to escape without Robin noticing her. Not because Roz is that good at stealth, but Robin is just that dense.
Shouldn’t Roz be dripping slime?
Only in the X , R rated or Hentai versions.
Is Robin eating a urinal doederizing puck?
This gives me an idea on how to remodel my bathroom. Or a least the ceiling.
Wait — Leslie’s figured that one out, but robin, who actually FOUGHT ALIENS FOR YEARS, hasn’t picked up on it?
The woman eats urinal cakes…she’s clearly not the brightest bulb in the box.
Of course, when the aliens are shooting monkeys at you, it’s much easier to spot them.
This is why aliens always use brightly colored energy weapons.
“I left Earth seven years ago. In that time, do you
know the most interesting thing I’ve learned about downsiders?”
…
“No. What is the most interesting thing about downsiders?”
“Downsiders … never look up.”
from The Last Dancer, by Daniel Keys Moran
nananananana ceiling roz!!!!!!!!
Ha! I always look up!
Wait… does that mean I’ve been watching too much sci fi?
Ha! I always look up!
Wait… does that mean I’ve been watching too much sci fi?
Geh? Why did it post my comment twice???
i think im starting to fall in love with roz… o__o
Thank god for Leslie!
Be a DM in a D&D game.
Need to know who the wise and/or experienced players are? Throw your players into a spooky place, and see which ones check the floor and ceiling for about 4 rounds before they move.
Leslie obviously knows what she’s doing.
This comic is the reason that I look up constantly. Well, this and the fact that I watch quite a bit of sci-fi, if not as much as Leslie.
I found this weird water bottle in a skylight once.
Hoorah! I’m not the only paranoid one.