Señor Cardgage Mortgage helped consolidate my whole life into this tiny box. Thanks Señor Mortgage!
I’m pretty sure it was rhetorical anyway.
Do I detect a tinge of admiration in Nancy’s eyes?
Mm, honey butter.
Hoisted by his own petard.
It’s like faking an illness to get out of school: you’ve got to be prepared to commit to it all day.
Most of the advanced math courses I took felt like they would only be relevant to a career in mathematics or in a post-apocalyptic world where all calculators had been destroyed. Geometry always stood out to me as one of the only examples which had apparent everyday life applications.
And so we settle on unrealistic useful life skills.
It’s like he wants to be trapped down there.
Nancy looks traumatized by this vision of how time was passed before the information age.
Is it just me, or is the angle of the forearm drawn awkwardly? It looks to me more like someone is crouched down below camera shoving a hand in her face than that she’s looking at her own hand.