Grrl Power #1168 – Time to bounce
This is literally the most nervous Max has been in a really long time. When she’s in a life or death battle, there’s too much adrenaline to be nervous, and socially, she’s usually around subordinates.
I don’t know which is more impressive, Max downing the whole tumbler of 184 proof Bruichladdich, or her knocking back a schooner of what is essentially a mint and dark chocolate milkshake, and not getting brain freeze. I know most grasshoppers aren’t served frozen, but that’s what Rowan ordered. I mean, honestly, if you’re going to have a drink that’s basically desert, why not make it a milkshake anyway? Root beer? Add vanilla ice cream! Appletini? Add… uh, vanilla ice cream, I guess? Daquiri? Blend that shit until it’s basically a smoothie. I’m partial to mudslides, but only in shake form. A mudslide that’s served over ice to me tastes like a real mudslide melted, then someone put a bunch of ice in it, then that ice melted and watered it down, then they put more ice in it and served it to me. Of course, I’d be content to slurp on a peanut-butter protein shake. The alcoholic nature of drinks has never been enticing for me, but if I get a mudslide shake at the dine-in theater when I’m settling in for the latest Marvel movie, then I can pretend I’m just a little more of an adult than I actually am. It’s also slightly easier to justify the calories.
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At first I was like “Noooo, Max. Why did you have to zone off towards the hotter guy?!”
And then I was like “Hmmm, he’s not that hot. What the hell is he doing? Signaling her? Oh… Oooooh!”
Exact same reaction here. Realized she was just being attentive to subtle realization cues.
That’s Mr “We’ve met somewhere.”
Same. I was like “She’s kinda awkward and out of her depth here, but she isn’t that rude….” originally. Took me to reading the little thing at the bottom to realize what the guy was doing.
Took me way too long to register on what he was doing. My preferred super-dark beers wouldn’t work well for that trick.
Ice cream shakes are the ultimate form of liquid joy, and possibly the sole justification for humanity’s continued existence. The local ice cream shack finally opened for the summer last Saturday and I’ve been debating whether they’d notice me camping in the woods out back of them just to save me a two mile walk whenever I can’t resist my cravings any more. I mean, technically it adjoins our property anyway, if you ignore the beaver swamp and the ravine.
Maybe I should hack out a trail and build a rope bridge. That’d drop it to about a mile as the crow flies, and teh trip would feel more like an adventure. :)
I think between the combination of woods, ravine, and swamp, you’re obligated to build a childhood-wish-fulfilment rope bridge anyways. Might as well use it for bringing the milkshakes to your yard.
I think you should take any excuse to build a rope bridge just because it sounds like fun.
I guess I’ll be the practical one here and ask.. all it takes is a regular blender, ice cream, and milk. if you love them so much, why not make them at home?
so, you can ‘make’ them by hand?!?!? is this like the boiling water by shaking it thing?
https://www.delish.com/cooking/recipe-ideas/a20760804/easy-milkshake-recipe/
I will also vote for the rope bridge. make the rope bridge anyway.
True, you can make a shake at home. Sometimes they taste better but…there is the anticipation of going to the shake shack, The thoughts of how it will be once you arrive at the shack. The thrill of watching the ingredients being loaded into that special metal cup and hearing them stirred with that special blender that only exists for the preparation of ice cream treats. Consuming the shake is just the end result of greater experience.
Also, there is the sense of showing support for said ice cream shop. Yes it’s more costly usually, but given the excitement of said shop opening at all, there is certainly an imperative to help them continue to stay open as much as reasonably possible.
Another vote for childhood-adventure-fulfillment, with the sole caveat being that you don’t disturb the beavers or wreck their habitat much.
Not sure how close this would be, but we used to mix vanilla ice cream with 7-up, and stir until smooth.
Frighteningly easy to make, no rope bridge necessary. (Though, if you get this AND a rope bridge,,, win/win!)
O. M. G. those things were awesome. But the sugar level there would probably put me in a coma nowadays.
We were probably teetering on the edge of creating a sugar black hole, oblivious to the danger.
A frozen brandy alexander, properly made with ice cream, is basically a milkshake with alcohol. I’m a fan. For some reason they’ve become hard to find (probably too much work and mess for the bartenders), but there’s an ice cream shop near here that makes them (and other ice cream based “cocktails”).
Grasshoppers are hard to find these days as well, it’s one of the few alcohols I enjoy. Bellinis aren’t milk-shakey, but I like those too.
This was more or less the kind of realization I was afraid of two or three comics ago with “surprisingly sturdy” from the lady trying to push her out of the venue.
As someone who prefers beer you literally can’t see through this page took me forever to figure out.
And I’d definitely say downing that whole thing in one go is more impressive, Max probably has some hardcore defenses against ingested toxins in her superpower package, so it makes sense she has to down an unholy amount of alcohol before even getting buzzed, but unless her body also features some upgraded homeostasis aids, that thing is going to hit her blood sugar levels like a neutron bomb.
This is why I prefer nice and sane cocktails like the Mojito, mint belongs with lime, not with chocolate.
Oooh, I have a massive sweet tooth as well. I can remember my first grasshopper, too. My dad ordered for me what I thought was a tall, green milkshake. It was minty and chocolaty and I thought it was divine. Then I tasted a little sting at the back of my throat and realized, “What a second. This isn’t a milkshake. It’s ALCOHOL!” Since it was a treat after my high school graduation, I figured I’d finally become an adult because only adults drink. (Yeah, juvenile logic but what did I know?) When I related the incident to my mother, she told me wryly that my father had introduced her to alcohol with that same beverage. Grasshoppers were part of a raft of sweet, low-alcohol lady’s drinks that came out in the 1960s. They were a way for women to drink and keep up with men without becoming sloppy drunk. The frozen grasshopper became my favorite go-to bar drink for years after that. But it’s hard to get it today. So many bars don’t keep cream in their mini-fridges; they claim it goes bad too quickly.
Any bar that makes excuses isn’t worth the time.
My go-to is actually in a local seafood place, because they were willing get a bottle of Lillet blanc in order to make Twentieth Century cocktails for me.
I always tip them a fifty, now.
I remember one waiter who insisted that my grasshopper be made with vodka. I told him–very politely–that that wasn’t the way I drank it. I have poor tolerance for straight alcohol and MY grasshopper ingredients were creme de menthe, creme de cacao and light cream. He replied that it’s supposed to be made with vodka and I started silently fuming. Whatever happened to the customer always being right? Needless to say, I never went to that bar again.
Did I say Grasshopper? I meant Green Cricket. That’s the one made without vodka. Or is it Grey Cricket? Something like that. Can you make me one?
Yeesh. “I don’t care what the ‘right’ way is, I’d like it the way I requested. If that’s not something you do here I will gladly take my business elsewhere.”
The customer is frequently a fucking idiot, but I’ll allow that they should have made you your drink.
How did Max’s relatively small nose get cream on it but dude with mustache AND long snozz is sitting pretty and clean-faced? …Not gonna lie though, it’s uh… REALLY working for me. I don’t even typically find Maxima-esque body-types attractive.
You should see some of the ladies that body-build, Max doesn’t look that bulked out so it balances out. When I was doing that, my arms/hands were so bulked up I couldn’t make a proper fist, I had to back off on the arms to fix that. My forearms were as big or bigger than most people’s legs so yeah. DON’T body-build without a trainer, you can hurt yourself! Trust me, my high school had added a training room for the wrestling team… and I knew the combination…
I don’t mind the athletic body-type DisguisedMaxima is working with, and even a muscled body doesn’t really bother me. It’s the very large bust and wasp waist that I (personally! just wanna stress that this is only my opinion) find unattractive. I don’t care for tradicional “hot”, I much prefer “cute”. Which of course are both vaguely nebulous concepts. But I find Sidney and Peggy more (PERSONALLY) attractive than Maxima. Though she has a great sense of humor.
Also, the point of my post was more about Firefighter dude keeping his long nose clean. That’s… that’s literal, not a metaphor or anything…
I can relate, my wife was only 99lbs when I met her, she measured 36C-28-32 some people would say she was skinny, I thought she was an angel! Still do… It’s a matter of taste, some people like the drop dead gorgeous, other prefer the cute. Lawd knows how many times I had to deal with chads that’d tell her to “dump the chump” and go have fun with them, usually ending with me standing over them waiting for them to wake up ;)
The value of experience! He’s built up skill at not getting his schnoz in the drink, and she’s hit the pitfall because it’s her first attempt at an After-Eight.
Fair. Also, there’s a straw RIGHT THERE, he probably used it while she went for the edge-sip. Then again… the chocolate on the edge of her cup isn’t disturbed, and her lips don’t have chocolate on them either. Hm, a mystery has revealed itself.
A small sip to taste wouldn’t disturb the chocolate, but still leave the nose dab. Considering she isn’t familiar with the drink it makes sense.
To beer! The cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems!
Beer goggles strike again!
Grasshopper, did I not just say that? I was thinking about Green Cricket. That’s the one made without vodka. Or should we call it Gray Cricket? Something along those lines. Can you make me one?
Some variations include adding a splash of vodka or garnishing with grated chocolate or mint leaves by the way.
I totally ship these two, but there might be a bit of an ulterior motive. I want to see more of his sister.
Really feels like one panel showing us what the drinker is seeing is missing.
I mean, we all have a pretty likely guess, but how do we actually know?
Also this scene feels very abruptly cut short. Combined with the first thing, it feels like there’s a page missing.
That man is about to either be VERY cool and not blow her cover, and he’s about to make an ass of himself… = 3 =
Alien technology defeated by Beer Goggles!
My theory on looking through the beer googles. If you’re looking at something red through a red filter, it more or less vanishes. What if looking at her through it, all that was visible was the clothes, hair, choker and apparently levitating cup?