All of you still waiting for Carl to answer certain other questions may feel free to vent your frustration by… um… illustrating what you think Carl’s answers ought to be. And sending your clever (and quite possibly hideously sarcastic) drawings to me. Yeah, that’s the ticket!
Hope you all in Canada/USA had great holidays in the past week… we spent ours watching Avatar: The Last Airbender. I’m talking the cartoon, not the movie. Since everyone has been telling me how great this show is, and since my kids got to take in a little live show of Avatar: The Last Puppetbender when we were at the Kids Read Comics convention, I decided it was about time to buy some of it on DVD. Also, if you will pardon my dropping into parent-mode for a minute, I was really excited about finding a cartoon with positive role models that my kids would enjoy. The TV shows my kids regularly aren’t exactly bad, but they lack a sense of adventure and some heroes worth looking up to. Plus a fine story and a sense of humour that isn’t all about the gross-out factor (never that funny to being with). We watched about half a dozen episodes, and took in some fireworks. A great way to spend our Canada Day weekend.
Busy week… it feels like an age since last Tuesday.
I know what Carl’s going to say (roughly), but, er, I can’t draw that well.
…i need this comic like a person relies on an IV drip…kudos to you for making a comic that i have shortcut-ted to being the first thing that opens up in Mozilla
Spill the beans, Carl!
I guess she did sort of ask the question I expected “Where the hell is my husband?”
Well now, I reckon it was about 10 am on a Thursday, September it was, I remember it now quite clearly, and there I was strolling down the road with an onion on my belt, which was the fashion at the time…
Oh and then your ship went all ‘kablooey’ in our atmosphere and started a nuclear war which killed five billion people. And from the nuclear ashes arose the Hello Kitty Terminators. Only one man stood against them, said his name was ‘Peter Jackson’. Course he was mad as a polecat, what with the time travel and the vampire monkeys and the dead risin’ and all, and after he declared himself Supreme God-Emperor of the Garden Supplies Aisle of Meglo-Mart we had ourselves a real war on our hands.
And so here we are. More chamomile tea?
At this point I have come to expect that Carl will answer any pertinent question by staring moon-faced at them and solemnly intoning I like pie…
Oh, and congratulations, Tara. The story needed a villain, and you have created one that I truly loathe and wish to see meet an agonizing, horrific, and suitably ironic end. Perhaps his salvation should rest upon timely and decisive action, and the Galaxion crew (Scavina or Vessa I think would be best for this) can hem and haw and otherwise stall their way into doing absolutely nothing for him while appearing all the while to care deeply about his concerns.
Yes, I think this would be best.
@Nate: ROFL!
I could not bear to wait, so…
This is clearly how the conversation will go.
Note my cunning use of the current comic page and Photoshop. And please accept my apologies for the use of Comic Sans.
(That’s right. ***ing platypuses.)
That’s all fine and all, but where’s Perry?
By the way, Vessa’s friends might not haul her around at gunpoint, but they *do* experiment with explodey hyperdrives. And she herself is a Space Chemist, which means she’s probably worked with several things not even a mad Drug Chemist would touch.