Ray Walks Home From Mexico

Ray Walks Home From Mexico 10/25/2006 « prev 1st rand curr next »

Scholar's Note - Ray is referring to Emeril Lagasse, not Emeril LeGoinegasque.

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That player has hell of pride.

After the search function came on the site, I went looking for "kettle" just to know exactly how much water Mr. Bear recommends storing in the kettle. Now my kettles are residue free. Thank you Achewood.

but but that's dangerous! mosquitos lay eggs on still water!

you should probably not have many mosquitoes inside your home.

No you shouldn't; it could create problems in the community!

"Put butter on what I said!" is one of those Achewood phrases that you would love to use at some point in your life, but you know you probably never will. At least not in the right context and with the same effect.

I notice a ton of those motherfuckers in conversations between Ray and Beef.

Another would be "The HELL I just walked home from Mexico!" I have half a mind to drive to Mexico and walk home simply so I can say that line.

It's just like when Ramses Luther says "I just beat the asses of three thousand men. The hell you leave me alone."

Me too. I live in El Paso.

I've walked home from Mexico and have been able to use this line. I passed out before I could even think of butter though.

Sounds like my mother, I swear

i got to take Ray's line in panel 6 for a walk at Applebee's the other day. didn't compare at all

Fred Sanford could have said that.

"I, like, say this all the time with my friends now."

^ Almost every other comment referring to a specific line.

I wasn't all that into the Lonis F. Edison arc, but this strip ended it on a perfect note.

No player should ever be seen in a loose thong. That shit ain't jazz.

Ray was reduced to tying fetching bows in the side strings to reduce its circumference. Such attention to detail is why I love Achewood -- Method cartooning, complete empathy with the travails of a rapidly slimming Speedo-wearing cat in the Mexican desert.

Fuck you, diabetes.

word. diabetes usually likes to chill with people of gravity.

I have felt fractions of the way Ray feels at times. 4/5, very awesome.

This is another example of Ray's character in a nutshell: Not only does he walk across a desert by himself rather than ride home with a rival, he refuses to get his own money from his friends because he doesn't want to leave a bad impression on somebody that he'll never meet again.

I mean, just the way that he stands in the fourth panel - he's emaciated, ragged, and dirty, but still barking orders for his friends to serve him food, with butter.

Yeah, this is not my favorite arc, but "somebody cook me some damn Emeril food!" is worth its weight in gold.

You know what I wanna say Dog...
... but I've said it enough.

Eat Lame.

What the hell is T�odor wearing?

looks like longjohns to me.

Man the delectable quips are packed in tighter than is probably even recommended.

Tighter than a turkey stuffed with lasagne?

And every bit as delicious

Chubbies for all three of you!

Whenever anyone says "This is my favorite strip," I'm always like, "How the hell can you pick a favorite? I can hardly pick my Top 10!"
But reading through the archives a second time on AssetBar, I have come to realize that this is definitely my favorite strip, and it deserves so much higher than a 4.6.

Spider bite getting tennis lessons?

Only achewood can inspire such thoughts.

That line clinched this comic as a five for me. The sheer absurdity of it.

Cornelius really deserves the Badass award if he's capable of delivering that stiff-upper-lip bringdown on Ray in the last panel, even under such alarming circumstances.

Why are his knees bloody? Dear me why are his knees bloody?

I believe it would be because during his ordeal in Mexico, someone took a fancy to "busting some caps" in his knees.

More like he beat an entire gang of Hell's Angels to death with his knees.

Or maybe he FELL, goddammit. Is occam's razor gonna have to cut a bitch?

Though to be fair I don't think occam's razor applies in achewood.

In Achewood it is Lonis's Razor: The simplest explanation for a phenomenon is most likely Mexican Magical Realism.

holy shit

There is some solid-GOLD dialog in this one. Anger and famine really whets Ray's repartee.

The cats days of having to find a doubles partner at the last minute have come to an end.

Panels 3-9 are hilarious, character-driven comedy gold.

Panels 1-2 are an important PSA. Because of them, my kettles are free of ambient grease and dust!

See, this is one reason why I love Achewood. I laugh, I learn.

Just panel 4 is what made it a 5.

"Why didn't you wire for help?"

*insert cliched line about Connie's old-school bad-assery*

I'm really joining the chorus on this one, such as preaching to the choir, and other aphorisms of all that sort.
But damn this is an awesome strip. It doesn't let up. "Cook me up some Emeril food," "The Hell I just walked home from Mexico," The kettle PSA, the cow sized steak sandwich, lasagna stuffed turkey with butter on it, spider bite taking tennis lessons, jeez, is so good.

Ray in Panel four made me laugh out loud. He looks like death kept in a fridge for a week, growing some weird fungal spots and then microwaved for like, a week.

And then once it was in there, you'd be like "That'll do, pig."

WHERES THE BUTTER, PUT BUTTER ON WHAT I SAID.
Awesome.

Today's Blogs

Mr. Bear: Pub Name Backpedal

Walking home from Mexico will really make you reconsider if you want to open a bar called Sit Down Fat Dog.

"Four damn leg holes in the bun! Just walk it to the table and shoot it!" Awesome. Even though he seems to be describing a pig instead of a cow.

that line is so zaphod beeblebrox at the restaurant at the end of the universe. let me meet my meat!

And, in the BBC mini-series, his meat ending up being a wonderful cameo by Peter Davison, also known as the Fifth Doctor.

Did his shades lose a lens or are they just hell of gungey after being used to fend off gila monsters and zombie saguaro cacti?

This strip.

I love this strip.

I wanted to do something more than just Five it, so I created an account and made the above comment so that I could chubby the strip as well.

Is "fubbied" better than "chived"?

I wish I could Fubby your resourcefulness. Here, have a chubby and a Pro. Think of it as a Prubby or a Cho[chacho?]

Yet another sign that Ray gravitated to the main character of the strip. He's apparently gone for weeks, and yet we have just one strip of what happens among the other characters in Ray's absence.

Nah - there were others. Puking in a dishwasher, etc.

Whenever I walk into somewhere I have not been for some time, I always announce "The HELL I just walked home from Mexico" in an annoyed, albeit slightly proud voice.

THIS is one of the best. Ever.

Everything Ray says in this strip is the best dialogue ever written.

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