Man, I gave this really weird Photoshop finish to the car wreckage. I should have just colored it in black. Black makes everything better. As it is, it looks like the car passed through another dimension at some point, a really bad one with tentacles and things.
In a rare moment of strip-to-strip continuity, Helen is still wearing her Elastic Snaps T-shirt from last week.
You’re right. It should be more spam. Actually, I didn’t get much spam on my one email address for years and years, and then some bot somewhere picked up on it and the deluge began. I’ve got 2,275 emails in my junk folder right now, and I cleaned it out pretty recently. Stupid low-rent world of the future.
You know who doesn’t need penis enlargement? I think it’s me.
I like the way the deely-bopper guy’s eyes keep moving around. In a static strip like this one, I’ve got to do something to keep myself interested while drawing.
I had this whole backstory invented for The New Journal of Malology, the foremost American mad-scientific journal. This is about the only time that history gets mentioned. Yes, the editors of The Journal of Malology were eaten by zombies of their own creation, which then went on to edit The New Journal of Malology. This kind of thing goes on all the time in mad academia.
In “Demons,” Helen comments that the editors of The New Journal of Malology are usually literally frothing at the mouth. I honestly don’t know if that mean they’re still zombies or not.
There are probably sturdier zombies out there in the Narboniverse, but Helen did pretty well for a first-time, solo effort.
The last panel would be a lot more effective if I’d drawn Mell more clearly. And given her more guns. Mell always needs more guns.
Aw, poor Dave. I have nothing more to say about this strip, so everyone in the comments is free to nitpick the shape of the moon.
Ugh, why did I do all these gray fills? Not cool, Shaenon of the Past. Not cool. Also, Caliban looks different every damn time I draw him. I ended up changing his whole design in later appearances, no doubt confusing people even further.
I like Dave’s continued insistence that zombies eat brains. A world where zombies don’t eat brains is simply not a world he wants to live in.
More cheap shots at Dave. Dude gets insulted a lot in this storyline. Caliban is just annoyed by the whole thing; he thought he had the Dave issue taken care of, and he doesn’t appreciate being dragged away from his busy, if boring, job to run additional interference. His first line is my favorite moment in this week of strips.
Also, more horrible gray fills. I’m so sorry.