I realized of my mistake when I found myself immersed in the Merchant of Venice almost three years ago, and it dawned on me that…  well, oopsy on my part.

If I didn’t think you got this kind of offer all the time, I’d offer to make it up to you (I dunno, buy ya’ a beer or something) next time I’m in San Francisco.

Oh, okay, and your grade is officially changed to an A+ in Shakespeare references.

(In the interest of full disclosure, that’s also the panel when I suddenly realized that Dave is a short-haired, cartoon version of my husband–also named Dave, also a computer guy, also wears glasses and sometimes a flannel, also finds brainy women in glasses hot, who may have inclinations towards mad science, and who would absolutely have the same reaction if I decided that my former classmates would make good gerbils) A

Pink-Heart Evil
The combination of the evil mad scientist and the chirpy schoolgirl, much like the dunking of block-chocolate into plain milk, results in the structural integrity of the former being seriously compromised by the latter. I mean, what would a chirpy schoolgirl want with Showing Them All? Revenge is a very dour and bitter affair, much like a cube of chocolate that has been transformed into a soggy black lump. How can Helen vow to Destroy Those Fools with a smile on her face and a song in her heart? Is this evil business all just a game, a role she plays, or are the heart-dotted-i’s just a mask for the terrible agony that bubbles deep under the surface, never to be seen directly? What on Earth does Cadbury make chocolate out of such that it’s even capable of turning into that?
Rating: C+
Author Appeal Quotient: 52%

Giant Glasses
Well, whatever floats your boat.
Rating: B
Author Appeal Quotient: 100.3%.