The End
It IS the end of something. It’s the closing of a chapter… I’ve had roommates and when you close the door on that part of your life, it is like closing a book or something.
It IS the end of something. It’s the closing of a chapter… I’ve had roommates and when you close the door on that part of your life, it is like closing a book or something.
Randie, Randie…hope you’re enjoying those shoes and the art bag. That wouldacouldashoulda been a bunch of trips to the Goodwill or the Last Chance Mercantile.
But when you close one book, that means you get to start another!
Maybe Randie can continue to scrape up some savings to afford her own (gently used) furnishings. Who knows? This extended taste of the benefits of keeping at least a little control on spending will help Randie in the long run.
Or maybe not.
EofO… Yah… this usually happens to Randie when given the chance to save or spend… live and learn… or in Randie’s case, live and learn, and learn again.
Pete… Indeed! The beginnings of things are magical. Sometimes you get the blessing of magical middles, too!
Randie learns her lessons hard. She may never find control in her spending.
Or Randie’s old landlord will contact her to let her know the house is fixed and he’s newly furnished it and is ready to lease it to her…with a little rent increase of course!
Eprinc… Yeah, I’ve been thinking of that too.
Randie has been covering a sublet apartment under the name of some musician guy who had since moved on several years ago. Her landlord doesn’t likely even know who she is. Meanwhile, the house that burned three years ago and was being held for her has got to have been rebuilt.
Alternately… As Randie’s pretty familiar with Ryan’s furniture, she may just as well follow it to Ryan’s new apartment and move in there. Her newly unfurnished place can serve as a full-time studio. Now she just has to figure out how to reclaim Ryan’s bed in Ryan’s new place and put him back on his couch.
Eprinc…. I used to live in a neighborhood where, while walking my pooch, I would pass a house that’d been burned out… windows boarded up… it sat apparently for a LONG time. I do believe Randie had the same landlord.
stick… Creative people usually employ creative problem solving. I’m sure Randie will find furnishings of her own.
And I wouldn’t use actual years in regards to this comic strip. Cartoon time is fuzzy. I know we’ve touched on this before, but I don’t like to use “real time” per se in Squid Row. Everyday, you see snippits of an event or situation that may take a week to play out (in real time) but is only a conversation that might take 10 minutes. So don’t hold Squid Row to real time interpretations.
Here’s a link to the beginning of Randie and Durke’s apartment situation:
http://www.webcomicsnation.com/brigtoon/squid/series.php?view=single&ID=157671
Back around 1981 I rented a nice apartment in Anaheim, CA. One bedroom, enough space, common pool, well-maintained. Only $250/month plus utilities. Less than a mile from Disneyland where I worked.
I moved out to a 2-bedroom six months later and then only a few months after that, in April of 1982, there was a massive fire that swept through Anaheim, driven by the Santa Ana winds and doing millions of dollars in damage.
The fire also destroyed my former apartment. Only the outside stairs to the second floor remained. They were rebuilt using the exact same plans and the rent more than doubled.
Pete… Wow, luck was shining down on you.
brig… Ah, the comic-to-reality space-time contiuum. Yeh, I recall that a ways back someone was questioning weekday-to-Sunday continuities, with the net result being “snapshots.” I gotta say, real life can really seem to drag along when it takes weeks to witness a minute or so of comic time. Erk, memories of dial-up modem downloads. That and hour long waits for a maybe-two-minute coaster ride.
I don’t suppose Randie can hop into to an alternate universe, or perhaps into another comic strip, and bring back some new furnishings? It’s not beyond another strip we both know. Naw, In Cypress City, I suppose she’ll just have to luckily bump into some as they’ll fall off a veritable moving-truck of good-fortune. Hmm, maybe Pete will be it’s driver.
Pete… Wow! Aren’t guardian angels the total best!? The same thing happened to my aunt in Fullerton.
… but what a drag on the rent increase! I assume the insurance covered any and everything… so the increase was because… you were renting completely new stuff? Some increase-fine… double? no way.
stick… I will be doing some comics in the new art-o-rama zine that will not be simply 3 or four panels… it will be more like a graphic novel… where you get more panels to complete a thought or conversation or thought process.
Rye’s sorta been a Randie enabler. She needs to remember her big girl undies and go get herself some basic nesting stuff. I’d love to see her grow a little as a person–not too much, mind you, but somewhat past borderline pathetic.
I’m going to disagree with you, Empress. While yes, if she wants stuff, she needs to save and buy it, but what you see as ‘borderline pathetic’, I see as having different priorities. We all devote what we have (time, money, effort) to that which is most important to us. Randie’s priorities don’t match yours, and I’m sure yours don’t match mine.
I’m with Mischugenah on that one. Randie just doesn’t normally care about things like furniture, like you or I might – she cares about her art. It was only because of Ryan being there that she even considered having things like a bed or a couch, and now that she’s gotten used to it she will miss it.
You can call that enabling, I call that spoiling – if she never had it she would never have missed it.
I have room to talk there. In my current apartment we don’t have a couch. You heard me. 😀
In the “living room” we (roommate, an old high school friend) both have our computer desks as well as a spare desk my wife uses when she is home (travel nurse). In the “dining room” we have our chairs (old upright straight-back for him, puffy little rocker with an ottoman for me) and a widescreen LCD tv I bought. No couch.
For a while I thought I *had* to get one eventually, or it wasn’t a “normal” apartment. Been five years now, and realize didn’t need it and probably won’t ever get it. At least not until someday I move.
And before you ask – yes, roomie and I are big time PC-gamers. Borderlands 2 is out next week, my usual days off are tues/wed and I am taking thurs off so I can have a long weekend to enjoy the launch.
Interesting conversation here… I just watched a documentary on Picasso. He went thru periods where he had very little… when his fame grew, he could afford a lot (and had a lot… with Olga)… and then went to very little… BUT he always had his art… and that was MOST important to him.
I’m glad to see that there is comment banter and discussion on how Randie operates… it makes me smile.
Oh… and I didn’t have a couch for a while… when I lived in my studio in Sandoon City. But I had a great chair! I still have it at The Cartoonery. God bless Goodwill!