New storyline! “Lovelace Affair” was pretty scary to write because it sets the plot of the rest of Narbonic in motion; after this, we’re heading into the endgame. I second-guessed myself many times over the course of this fairly long storyline. But in the end, what the hell, it turned out pretty good.
Nobody wears headphones like those anymore. It’s kind of a shame.
It irritates me that I didn’t draw the flames on Artie’s tail trailing behind him. Thanks to that, I can never fully enjoy this strip. Still, strips with lots of sound effects are cool, and I always liked “Those chemicals are either flammable or inflammable.” So please enjoy Mell’s triumphant return to Narbonic after three months away. Thank you.
When my cousin Kim went through basic training, I was really envious of her ability to do one-handed pushups. That was pretty much my entire reason for drawing this strip. Because I think it would be cool to be able to do one-handed pushups.
When I worked as the receptionist at Viz, I was in charge of sorting the mail, and those nerds had so much Netflix. Bavarian poison paper is a reference to the classic Michael O’Donoghue essay “How To Write Good,” from which I learned nearly everything I know about writing. I would comment more on this strip, but suddenly I am run over by a truck.
The basic concept of a mad-science conference was among the first storylines I came up with for Narbonic. It went through massive rewrites before somehow reaching the screen as “Professor Madblood and the Lovelace Affair.” Originally there was this whole plot about a booth-babe rebellion and the transmogrifier, it’s not important now. It all got ditched.
I guess I could have come up with a funny name for the Symposium, but I was feeling kind of over funny names at the time. The Symposium works pretty well.
For all Dave gets picked on about his social life, he managed to get into a relationship before Helen. Not before Mell, though; she’s been quietly dating Caliban since the end of “Demons.”
Still, even Artie is amused by this turn of events. Poor Dave.