The guys in the third panel are based on a couple of scientists I met at Fermilab. I think Phil Foglio likes to draw them into his comics, too, so I’m not being too original here. Oh, and there’s my husband peering through the hole in the wall in panel one.
The best part of the strip is easily Artie’s irritation at being blithely ignored in the ongoing Helen/Dave drama. Poor Artie.
Few things make me happier than guys with giant bug heads. Remember when Superman flew through some red Kryptonite and his head turned into a giant red ant head? And then it turned out he could communicate telepathically with ants? And this turned out to be useful? Superman comics used to be great.
All I can say about strips like this is that David Cronenberg’s The Fly must have made a deeper impact on me than I thought. Also, please note that the characters are drinking Ellmann’s Dry.
People actually made this thing! Like, last month! Look! (Thanks to my friend Drave for the link.)
I mean, I knew it was on the horizon, but I thought science would at least wait for me to finish my Narbonic commentary. But noooo. Science is so impatient.
This is pretty generous of Dave, but, you know, he likes building things.
Yeah, I ended up doing a lot of 2001 references around Lovelace, most memorably in the climactic storyline. I’m not even that big a 2001 fan. My favorite Kubrick movie is The Shining, although I’m not entirely sure why. I think I just like haunted-house movies.
Obviously, the best part of this strip is the background of the third panel, where the fly-head guy from Thursday’s strip is licking the head of the cyborg girl. Flies are awful, aren’t they?
Oh, man, another candidate for Most Obscure Reference in Narbonic. When this strip first ran, several scientists wrote to me to say that they did, in fact, work in evil laboratories in McLean, Virginia. This wasn’t too surprising, since McLean is home to the CIA headquarters and other high-level government research stuff.
I chose McLean as the purported location of Tinasky’s lab as a reference to my favorite pseudonymous writer, sci-fi author James Tiptree, Jr., a.k.a. Alice Sheldon. This strip was drawn well before Julie Phillip’s wonderful 2006 biography Tiptree: The Double Life of Alice B. Sheldon, and it was a bit of a challenge to find out where Sheldon had lived. I ended up finding a copy of her obituary with the information.
My Tiptree obsession is probably obvious by now, or maybe not. I can never predict what people are going to pick up on.
The girl dragging Titus away is Imogene Frog, a teenage girl genius from the 1950s catapulted into our time through a mad home ec experiment gone wrong. Unfortunately, thanks to my limited art skills, she looks a lot like the blonde girl who sometimes shows up at Manganello’s Irish Pub, but rest assured that they are different characters. One has glasses and the other doesn’t, after all. What more do you want from me?
Imogene has apparently been watching Buddy, the zombie dinosaur created by Phoebe from Jeff Wells’ story Mundementia One. Phoebe and Buddy appeared briefly in the crowd scene at the beginning of this storyline.
And again my irrational love of Kevlar rears its fire-resistant head.