2014-02-18
Original: 2014-02-18 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Title text (above the comic): EVERY TIME I DO VECTOR CALCULUS
Panel 1: A red-haired person sits at a desk writing, looking strained. A thought bubble reads: "IN THE FUTURE, KIDS ARE GOING TO HAVE MANIPULABLE HOLOGRAMS, AND THESE CONCEPTS ARE GOING TO BE $#@%! MUCH EASIER TO UNDERSTAND."
Panel 2: A close-up of the same person's face, weary and slightly bitter. They say: "FUCK THOSE KIDS."
Votey:
A handwritten note filling the panel reads: "HEY FUTURE— FUCK YOU. Sincerely, 2014"
Panel 1: A red-haired person sits at a desk writing, looking strained. A thought bubble reads: "IN THE FUTURE, KIDS ARE GOING TO HAVE MANIPULABLE HOLOGRAMS, AND THESE CONCEPTS ARE GOING TO BE $#@%! MUCH EASIER TO UNDERSTAND."
Panel 2: A close-up of the same person's face, weary and slightly bitter. They say: "FUCK THOSE KIDS."
Votey:
A handwritten note filling the panel reads: "HEY FUTURE— FUCK YOU. Sincerely, 2014"
Alt text
A two-panel SMBC comic titled "EVERY TIME I DO VECTOR CALCULUS." In the first panel, a red-haired person hunches over a desk doing math, thinking: "In the future, kids are going to have manipulable holograms, and these concepts are going to be so much easier to understand." In the second panel, a close-up of the person's tired, resentful face as they flatly conclude: "Fuck those kids." The votey (bonus panel) is a handwritten note that reads: "Hey future— fuck you. Sincerely, 2014." The joke: present-day struggle breeds petty envy and spite toward future students who'll have it easier.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.