I’ve always liked this strip, and I’m not sure why. On reflection, it’s probably because “enfleshed” is a funny word.
Looking at this strip now, with full benefit of hindsight, I may have made that hypodermic too big.
Originally I had Helen say that Caliban appears to be in his mid-thirties, but I decided to make him (physically) younger. With my artwork, it’s hard to tell how old anyone is supposed to be.
Helen’s medical readout screen has a desktop with heart-patterned wallpaper. It would, I guess.
For no particular reason, Caliban quotes “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” one of my favorite poems, in the second panel. I like Dave’s face as he waits for Helen to leave so he can kick the crap out of Caliban. It’s so hard to get that kind of expression on a character with no eyeballs.
Hey, remember when I said I once spent $60 on cabfare to see Wings of Desire in a town outside my college? Apparently Chelsea Clinton is getting married there. In the town, I mean, not necessarily in the movie theater. That’s really random. It’s a beautiful town, though.
I have a weak spot for the angry-character-held-at-arm’s-length bit, which is why I spend TWO DAYS on it here. What the hell, Caliban trying to make Dave’s flesh curdle is funny.
This is the kind of thing I think is funny. I’m sorry. I would’ve stretched it out over several more days if I’d thought I could get away with it.
You know, Dave’s come a long way by this point in the strip. He’s really in control in this storyline. For now.