five string serenade - page 12 - graduation day (page 3) 



it began quite apparent at this point that this comic was going nowhere.

 


 
I don't know--can you really sell fence-post holes to store water for Y2K?
Well, why not? They're waterproof, ain't they?

Besides, they ship easy.

What are you talking about?

You roll 'em up tight . . . and Fed-Ex 'em in tubes.

I've never heard of something so unethical in my life.
Ever watch the news?

and in a sudden new thread, unrelated to the rest of the comic (and it gets worse, as you will see--)

I still we should get some oven-cleaner while we get the beer.
We are not going to clean the oven tonight.


my cosmology has evolved to the point that it is always 1995 in the City . . . so Y2K and other appearing neologisms and events would fail to make it into the world of the City, and even less so into the mythical Kansas that surrounds it. but this was 1999, and i had given almost no thought to how reality in the comic operated, ever since giving up on the idea that the animals were christopher's insanity.

moreover, i am really hating the art. it is terribly scratchy: but yes, there is worse to come, before it gets better. 

Posted: Fri - April 1, 2005 at 06:02 PM             |

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