I don't think this comic can do this scenario justice, but I tried. My technique did work, though; I got a few good-natured teases, but otherwise the screendoor story died a quiet and respectful death. Go Team Elle.

Also... not sure if it's apparent, but all my coworkers and I were put up at the same hotel and it had a courtyard in the middle. Hence why my coworkers would be holding a drinking party under my window.

This is my absolute favorite of the Tukwila-Life strips purely because her comment outdoes anything I've heard from coworkers at home (and that says a lot). Like, seriously.

A fish is a vegetable, not an animal, and therefore I can eat it and still be a vegetarian.

I... what do you say to that? Really?

(The tofu portion of this exchange was downplayed to make a better punchline. After her fish thing I was like "I'll probably end up living off of tofu anyway because it's cheaper" and then bam. TIRADE ON THE TOXINS OF TOFU. It is apparently, in her world, scientifically proven that if more than 10% of your diet is tofu you will die? Of tofu poisoning?)

More TukwilaLife.



A theme pretty early on in my trip was "and I thought my coworkers back HOME were nuts! These guys... oh boy." It was, sadly, a reccurring theme.

More TukwilaLife.

Welcome to my first "story arc". I don't usually have plot in my comics since they're random and autobiographical, but my month up north was so surreal that it has to be posted in one thematic chunk.

So... enjoy part one of a series I like to call "That's Tukwila Life!" chronicling the wonders... of Tukwila Life.

This comic addresses what comes to be an overarching theme of Tukwila Life, namely "I'm stranded up in the middle of nowhere with people I don't hang out with at work due to our very different priorities. Crap." I literally did go about 10 days without seeing the girls. I... didn't feel too broken up about it.

This comic captures a moment forever lost to time, since I just got a doorknob installed last night.

But still. That was quite a while without.

I wish I were making this up. I really really do.

I ended up walking to Walgreens on the clock to buy myself a bandaid so I wouldn't bleed on any of our merchandise... But that doesn't make me stop going "wait, really?" about being offered scotch tape.

I thought I had a kettle packed away with my dishes but I didn't, so I've been boiling water in a saucepan for the past week.

It's been wierd. I think this is wierder than living without chairs.

And with that lightning flash of realization, I understood the young folk and their wierd obsession with this pop idol. Who is in fact one singular idol with two distinct parts, who knew.

(Second strip will be posted later tonight.)