Bands Vs. Life On The Road, Still
“Well, checking into motels under our usual whimsical stage names is kind of fun, but I really think we could take it up a level. Gosh, watch out…I think I’m going a little wild here.”
“Well, checking into motels under our usual whimsical stage names is kind of fun, but I really think we could take it up a level. Gosh, watch out…I think I’m going a little wild here.”
Sorry about the no comic thing last week — but hey, this one’s kind of a double. I bet it was some blatant act of eco-villainy where a corrupt industrialist wanted to dump a barrel labeled “pollution” directly on some swans entirely out of spite against nature.
This was kind of an interesting character design exercise: coming up with a girl similar enough to Turpentine that they look visually parallel and could probably be mistaken for each other across a dimly-lit room — and yet, their faces aren’t that similar, and a conversation like this shouldn’t have any confusion about who’s who. […]
This has totally thrown her off balance. Does the apparent status quo of not being in the closet per se but also not really being open and not getting involved with anyone in all the time we’ve known her lie in ruin?
What’s this? A new comic? Finally? Sorry about the delay, all — I’m about to move apartments, and everything’s a little chaotic. There’s probably going to be some more comics-schedule crumminess in September, but once the dust settles it should be back on track. I was thinking about how these tend to be more ensemble-focused, […]