Another strip I wrote early on. I was always interested in fitting the characters to various archetypal models, although they don’t map well to the Fantastic Four. I’d be interested to know who Dave thinks is whom.
When you’ve got a group of four core characters, you generally want them to follow the four-part Jungian model of the psyche: anima (Helen), animus (Dave), id (Mell), and superego (Artie). I see TV Tropes prefers to express the division through the four humors: sanguine (Helen), phlegmatic (Dave), choleric (Mell), and melancholic (Artie). In manga, teams of four are often defined in terms of the Four Heavenly Kings of Buddhist tradition or the Four Heavenly Beasts of Chinese astrology.
In Skin Horse, we’ve got three core characters, so they map to the Freudian model of ego, superego, and id. Or possibly what TV Tropes calls Beauty, Brains, and Brawn.
Helen’s high-school photo is of course heavily based on photos of myself, although I never had braces. Her activities (National Honor Society, quiz team, Spanish club) are also mine. Above her is Andy Farago, with Andrew’s high-school activities (three years of track, NHS, Odyssey of the Mind).
In this and the previous strip, Helen is working on the Forevertron, one of the many things I hope to visit if I ever make it out to Wisconsin to see Skin Horse collaborator Jeffrey Wells.
One of the best stand-alone Narbonic strips. Also, I used to have a dress like that. The characters do manage to outrun explosions on a fairly regular basis, though, so their universe isn’t a total wash.
The natural follow-up to yesterday’s strip. Dave is even worse at this than Helen and Madblood are. I like his tweedy jacket, though. There was some debate on the message board as to whether Dave would have a tweed jacket, since he’s unlikely to own more than one suit, but in the end he has to wear what I tell him to wear. He gets a new suit a couple of years from now, but until then he wears the tweed.
Presumably Helen also had an emergency backup dress shirt. There’s a lot of stuff lying around the lab.
I need to draw less distractingly-shaped word balloons.
I like the dialogue in this strip, but the art in the first panel is painful to look at. I do appreciate the hideousness of Dave’s latest car, though. It’s got a Bill the Cat windshield clingy and a Jack-in-the-Box antenna ball!
Helen went mad in grad school, just short of getting her doctorate. It was at a bistro. There were these horrible tomatoes involved.