Saturday, August 13, 2011

Issue 47 Commentary


I went back and forth for days on whether I wanted to put "cunt" in red text. I finally decided that, unless there was some other word in black, then there was no clear idea what Jimmy had heard. And god damn is Jimmy oblivious. It's almost like he's working at it.

I'm never happy with whatever type of blue I use to indicate that someone is watching TV. Makes me wish I knew my way around Photoshop or Illustrator. Or had any real knowledge about doing color art.

And, just so you know, THUF is a major deal, almost on the order of Butt-Numb-A-Thon. Seriously, we're talking 10 or 11 movies here.

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Issue 46 Commentary

Ah, Priscilla and Stuart. Young love. Furtive glances across the lab. Arcs of electricity between their moist, conducive lips.

I sometimes wonder what's going on in Ron's mind. Only he could be making a banner for a Sex Room and somehow let his mind drift to Lucky Charms.

And why is Jimmy going with the Chernobyl story? I thought he thought that Hapford needed the cash? Or, wait, I thought he knew what was really going on? Now I'm confused.

Sheila? You remember Sheila, right? Okay, fine, go back and read Issues 1 and 2 (if you can bear to look at the art).

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Issue 45 Commentary


Oh my. Angry Assholes. How crude. Basically, this game is "Don't Wake Daddy" or "Crocodile Dentist". Remember that? It was one of those tension games where you basically had to do something as many times as you could before the game turns on you. You pull as many croc teeth as you can before the thing chomps at you. In this game, once there's too many foreign objects in Angry Aston's Asshole, his "rectum will reject'um", spring them back on the unlucky player. Probably one of the grossest things you'll ever see in the comic.

The name of the cafe is the Coffee Pun Cafe. You'll be seeing it again later.

Like I said before, Stuart usually only has his glasses off during emotional times. Dude is blind as a bat without them.

Oh, and so you know what I'm even talking about there in the cafe:

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Issue 44 Commentary


Oh yeah, this thing. Where I put the posts.

Priscilla puts me in mind a little bit of Oliver from Jon Rosenberg's Goats. Not in the sense that she's an evil young chicken. But you start with a character (in the case of my comic, Stuart, in the case of Goats, Diablo the Satanic Chicken). That character has a particular set of personality traits, which may shift over the course of the story. Then you bring in a character that is, essentially, a distillation/amplification of one aspect of the earlier character. That's how I think of Priscilla. Stuart has started to get with it. He knows he's got a good future self ahead of him, he's learned to start making choices for himself. He's still off in his own world, but it's more a world of video games. The mad science thing is really just something that he grew up around. Dad would make the occasional robot, or death ray; he'd mainly use his mad science skills to play tricks on the neighborhood cats (like sending them through a wormhole into a dog pound). But Priscilla...science has been her life for a long time. There's probably some childhood trauma she's using science to escape from. There could be a whole concept album along the lines of Tommy or The Wall there. Everyone's got emotions. She's obviously not comfortable with hers. (This might be a good time to point out that the opaque eyeglasses are meant as a visual metaphor for emotional detachment in these two characters. Stuart typically loses his when he's going through something tough.)

Hey, and Roundtree's back again! Always good to have Roundtree around. I had to bring her back at some point.

Any guesses as to what the original use of that monitor Priscilla is holding was?

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