Betcha didn’t think I would have a new comic for you on a Thursday, didja?
Just goes to show that you’ve gotta check the site often because there’s NO TELLING when I might go off the deep end and give you extra content!
I really enjoy it when a storyline slowly materializes from out of nowhere. Usually I’m much more focused on the quick zinger and I don’t give a lot of thought toward expanding my ideas.
I do that partially because I want Theater Hopper to work no matter where you jump into it. Sure, there are subtle references to past comics that enrich the experience if you’ve been a reader for a while. But I don’t ever want to get to the point where the punch line is… oh, I dunno… “TURNIPS!” and the only way you’ll get it is if you’ve been reading for 5 weeks.
That said, this Underworld storyline will wrap up tomorrow. I’ve got to keep things moving since there are so many new flicks coming out this weekend. Things are starting to look up at the local multi-plex.
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Cheers!
Do you guys remember the movie Speed with Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock? The last lines of the movie are a callback to an earlier exchange between the two lead characters:
Jack: I have to warn you, I’ve heard relationships based on intense experiences never work.
Annie: OK. We’ll have to base it on sex then.
Jack: Whatever you say, ma’am.
Yeah, that’s kind of what’s going on here.
As per usual, I had some difficulties producing this week’s comic. At some point over the weekend, a big bit the first knuckle of my index finger on my drawing hand and I became so swollen, I had trouble holding a pencil.
You can see a picture of it here.
I wasn’t in any pain. It didn’t appear infected. Just a lot of fluid in the joint. Which is, like… really weird. My finger was essentially rigid.
My finger is still swollen, by the way. I’ve been putting hydrocortisone on it and that helps, but I still can’t bend it all the way.
I’ll keep my eye on it, though. If it turns purple or starts to smell like rotting eggs, I promise I’ll go to the doctor. Cross my heart.
In the meantime, for those of you what happened to Victor and Jimmy in the fire – as well as where Charlie has been during this whole debacle – don’t worry. Those questions will be answered soon.
Until then, just gaze up on that lascivious fourth panel and dream, dream, dream…