No, actually the God(dess) of Narbonic left science to pursue a career in webcomics, actually. But yes, she’s mad as a hatter, and we love her for it. (But in a strictly “hands-off” familial way, ’cause she is happily married with gerbils, after all, nyao…)

Nude Mel centerfold? {looking around lustfully} WHERE? WHERE?

Shaenon: “I’ve never figured out how to use French curves. You people are going to make inappropriate jokes now, aren’t you.”
Me: “I’ve never dated a girl from France, myself. Too hard to get parts for those foreign models, you know…”

Satisfied?

“So sorry to inconvenience you.” Harsh, Artie, harsh.

Simply as a matter of spectacle, I quite like this ending. Unanticipated transformation at a critical moment is a trope as old as Cinderella, but it nonetheless still has a dreamlike charm to it. And our two characters, having been brought physically closer together earlier on, now find themselves emotionally closer than either of them realised.

What? French curves are serious buisness,