Majel and Teen Dave are picking up the conversation from the end of this week of strips, which ran almost two months earlier. I do love that.
“Tralfamidorium” is a reference to Breakfast of Champions and several other Kurt Vonnegut books featuring the Tralfamidorians, aliens who live unstuck in time and experience all events simultaneously.
I drew Kid Dave in a Spider-Man T-shirt, which turned out to be a bad idea because I suck at drawing Spider-Man. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to draw Spider-Man, but it is. In some strips I had Andrew draw the lines on his mask for me.
I’m sorry, Majel, but this is important business.
The teenage sequences are the heart of this storyline, as far as I’m concerned. This is where Dave directly confronts his old hangups and neuroses. Here he’s just venting; he has to do more than that to get out of the past.
One of the posters in the first panel is for the King Dapper Combo, a junkabilly band I followed avidly in high school. I was not a cool teenager. Another poster is for Sunstorm, a band that Andrew’s friend Blake was in at around the time I drew this strip.
I like Majel for being so down-to-earth, under the goth thing. Girl’s got a good head on her shoulders.
Dave put off telling Majel about the time travel for a while, but he couldn’t hold back forever. He tells frikkin’ everyone about the time travel. His expression in the third panel came out well; it’s exactly the face you should make after telling someone important about the time travel.
This is the crux of the story for me: Dave learning to see Majel as a person rather than whatever she represents in his mind. I find him adorably dorky in these strips, incidentally.
The idea of drifting apart from old friends must bother me a lot, because it comes up a lot in my comics, most ambitiously in this Li’l Mell storyline. My family moved a lot when I was a kid, and then I went to college a long way from home, and after that I moved to the other end of the country for work. I’ve got neglected friends all over the place. Instead of keeping in touch with them, I feel guilty and write sad little comics.
You can tell this is serious business because Majel takes off her sunglasses.