Aww man, I miss the “hour of the birds” speech. It really resonated with me, reminding me of my own times at college when I ended up approaching dawn from the wrong side. My experiences were less of the procrastination/hanging out/haze of drugs type and more of the “You aren’t aware of this just yet, but your pituitary and thyroid and other important hormone-regulating bits have all decided to give up simultaneously, and you’re going to end up on extended medical leave – in the meantime, welcome to insanely scrambled biological rhythms!” type. But the birds, oh god, the /birds/…
WOW! There are so many levels of depth to that last comment I don’t know where to start asking. I’m amazed at the number of really intelligent/interesting people that comment on this comic. I wish I could meet/make friends with some of you people.
for those who missed it the first time around, Ursula made a little speech about her time in university, and how you can always convince yourself that it’s still night time and its not a stupid time in the morning when you should stop imbibing and go to bed, until you hear birds. Daylight? Could be streetlights or a really really bright moon or a distant nuclear detonation or something. early morning traffic? could be late night traffic. clocks say its 0630. clocks could be broken. only when you hear birdsong does it become official that you’ve stayed up too long and need to put down the intoxicants.
False dawn is my favourite time of day. It heralds the coming of the accursed sunlight, yes, but the birds are just barely starting to chirp and it’s juuuuuust light enough to enjoy a nice cup of tea. (Human tea, that is. Not “pungent” hyena-tea.)
Hmm, time to look up if there are any human equivalents to Ed’s tea, so I can someday try them.
Aww man, I miss the “hour of the birds” speech. It really resonated with me, reminding me of my own times at college when I ended up approaching dawn from the wrong side. My experiences were less of the procrastination/hanging out/haze of drugs type and more of the “You aren’t aware of this just yet, but your pituitary and thyroid and other important hormone-regulating bits have all decided to give up simultaneously, and you’re going to end up on extended medical leave – in the meantime, welcome to insanely scrambled biological rhythms!” type. But the birds, oh god, the /birds/…
WOW! There are so many levels of depth to that last comment I don’t know where to start asking. I’m amazed at the number of really intelligent/interesting people that comment on this comic. I wish I could meet/make friends with some of you people.
“We generally find them more interesting when the STOP singing”
love that quote
The… the bird speech is… it’s, it’s GONE…!
*cries*
for those who missed it the first time around, Ursula made a little speech about her time in university, and how you can always convince yourself that it’s still night time and its not a stupid time in the morning when you should stop imbibing and go to bed, until you hear birds. Daylight? Could be streetlights or a really really bright moon or a distant nuclear detonation or something. early morning traffic? could be late night traffic. clocks say its 0630. clocks could be broken. only when you hear birdsong does it become official that you’ve stayed up too long and need to put down the intoxicants.
False dawn is my favourite time of day. It heralds the coming of the accursed sunlight, yes, but the birds are just barely starting to chirp and it’s juuuuuust light enough to enjoy a nice cup of tea. (Human tea, that is. Not “pungent” hyena-tea.)
Hmm, time to look up if there are any human equivalents to Ed’s tea, so I can someday try them.