Today's edition of the Secret Commentary is empty, because Dave failed to come up with something for it.
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What? She said she was fine. -EDIT- Added colors, and fixed Todd’s cell phone magically becoming a landline phone.
Running joke in my family, "Fine" NEVER means "fine".
I only know that line from Imgur, never seen or read Game of Thrones.
Sorry to be late again. I was traveling out of state this weekend and got stuck away from home. The comic for today is penciled but not inked; I’ll upload the pencil version as a placeholder as soon as I[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Today's edition of the Secret Commentary is empty, because Dave failed to come up with something for it.
Other than that though, this is the end of the Art Gallery story! Hoe you all enjoyed this important piece of Amanda’s part of the story. The next story arc begins next week. It’s something I’ve been looking forward to[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
There's a part I decided to trim out to move things to the end of the arc a little more neatly: Lillian escorting a hyper-caffienated Tony, along with Keisha and Sandy , out the door and back home. Partly I decided not to shuttle Keisha off the "stage" before the full reconciliation of The Trio could happen, but also partly I just decided it was... well, trimmable.
Just a reminder, this is the belated Wednesday strip, there will be a regular Friday strip tomorrow.
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.
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
I was firmly a "if you give me $20 I will spend $20" kid.
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.
