Just a reminder, this is the belated Wednesday strip, there will be a regular Friday strip tomorrow.
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When I was running late yesterday on this strip, I was tempted for a short time to simply do this one as prose instead of a regular strip. But I couldn't deny myself the opportunity to draw these reactions.
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Thought about having Amanda butt heads here and insist, as she has before, that she's right and everyone else is stupid. But Amanda's not made of stone, and she's shown before a glimmer of awareness in what her actions are resulting in.
Happy April Fools. :3
Today's edition of the Secret Commentary is empty, because Dave failed to come up with something for it.
Now all we need is for someone to sneak behind the counter and raid the cookies, and Shenanigans will be complete.
(Sorry, super behind tonight. Might be able to get flat colors done before bed) Now’s a good time to get that artisan coffee grown on holy ground and harvested by the light of the full moon, with creme from the[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I don't think of Kenneth as being a bad person, but I do think of him as being a bit "money-blind". He has money, he's probably grown up with and always had money, so its natural for him to show kindness and extend courtesy through transaction.
Calling a partial week Super Grounding is kind of like calling Matter-Eater Lad a superhero. Yeah he technically has a power, but come on.
Definitely need to think harder about composition with this paneling format. Last two strips had people hidden behind insert panels, and that's just not gonna cut mustard.
Time for a short dressing-down. Traffic court was… ugh. I have to go back in a month because when i requested supervision, they had nothing prepared for that request and need me to work that out personally.
Not sure about continuing with the hand-drawn bubbles, at least for as long as I'm using a standard font anyway.
I think she still would have gone through with it even if she had known, but a different conversation would have happened.
The font and speech bubble fluctuations continue apace. They grow more unstable with each passing minute. There are no other survivors, and the last of my firewood burns to embers before me. Never before have I feared the stars, yet now I see them not as divine protectors watching from the firmament, but as looming predators waiting for the right opportunity to present itself.