Voila: a mail comic! So, this whole thing has been really fun — I’ve got a couple more letters that I really like that are waiting in the wings for later, and there’s always room for more. This’ll be a Sometimes Thing.
I kind of like the idea that gimmicky ones like this are not necessarily inconsequential throwaways — like, somehow this one has a temporary moment of self-awareness and emotional vulnerability beyond anything she’s shown before. It also has crazy eyes, and massive legwarmers, and cake destruction.
Thanks, anonymous letter-writer! ♥♥♥
…It’s ok, though — his best birthday was pretty unbelievable.
This is kind of a sequel to this one, if you missed it the first time around…and you better believe I’ve spent some serious time lately watching all the videos the internet can give me where cartoon characters get on their lecturing high horse about not talking to strangers, always recycling, and not playing in the clothes dryer.
Oh yeah, and I added this feature semi-surreptitiously a few days ago — and I’ve already got some super awesome mail, a couple of which I’m certain I’m going to use. You guys are the best — thanks! I’m not sure when I’m going to do the first of these, but it’ll probably be soon…and I kind of imagine it as a recurring thing every now and then. I absolutely want more of them, too, so: do it do it do it please.
Kind of a lot of text in this one — but hey, the text in these is fun to do.
Additional notes:
• Man, Foxy Monoxide is becoming a real contender for the constantly-changing status of Secretly My Favorite Character. She’s so easygoing.
• The first draft of this, before being cut down for Way Too Much Text, had Turpentine following up this “CLEMENTINE” bubble with another indignant question about how come Honey knows her SECRET REAL NAME. The answer (which was not in this dialogue) is that Billy The Reporter spilled it on at least two different occasions.
• As you may recall, we first saw Hair Streak Red Skirt Girl back here. The way I originally had it written, she had a rhyming line in the subsequent song — but then I ended up totally reworking it, and her one line got cut. I think this one’s an improvement anyway.
• Looks like it’s finally time to stop having to keep track of everything these guys drew on each other with markers. Onward to more band adventures!
Note: this is a world of vinyl records, no computers, and rotary phones with crazy long cords. It’s not set in the past, though — I imagine it as a slightly alternate-universe-ish present day.
I was saving this for sometime when it wouldn’t be in the middle of a set of comics that are otherwise chronological, but…whatever. I feel like putting something new up today.
…If Domme remembers where else she’s met these two, she’s being classy about not specifically mentioning it at school.
