This was the first in an experimental series of comics expanding on the same theme. I started doing a comic about what clods we men can be, and found I had far more material than would fit in one comic.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I don’t know how or why women put up with us.
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I could have done a full comic on the concept of a stun ray set to kill.
“If it kills them, it’s a kill ray.”
“No, it stuns them to death.”
“But it still kills them!”
“Yes! that’s the point of the kill setting.”
Looking at the comic, something struck me as odd about it. It took a while before I realized that the Emperor doesn’t get the snot beat out of him in this one! I think, given his record, we have to classify that as a “win.”
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Mullet Boss’s dialog in panel one is, sadly, the actual climax of an actual story a coworker told me. As in the comic, he was doing this to save a smaller, relatively defenseless dog, but still, I think he could tell from the look on my face that I didn’t think the actions he described were quite as heroic as he did.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad he saved the smaller dog. I was just uncomfortable with the glee he took in describing his assault on the Doberman, at length, while acting it out, and imitating the sounds it made.
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After this comic ran, I received the following tweet from Grant Imahara:
“Hey, @binstructions great comic! How did you know?? ;)”
I thought that was tremendously classy of him, considering I had pretty much accused him of humping a machine.
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Why has no toy company put out an infant/toddler activity center based on Darth Vader’s chest-mounted control panel? Have each button and switch trigger a different sound or light effect. You’d hang it over the side of their playpen. It’s a terrible idea, but it would sell.
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The person I’m talking to in this comic is a guy I worked with at one time, but we worked at a pretty nice place. Having someone talk all the time about how good his job is doesn’t make for a very funny comic strip, so I made my fictional workplace a dysfunctional dump.
I only used use the drawings of my work friend a few times, but one of those times, I had him ask if he could “put on a Speedo and ride me to Thailand,” so I think he suffered enough.
Here, in panel two of this comic, you can see the larval beginnings of the Knifeketeer.
Oh man, I can’t wait until the super hero comics really kick in. Just sayin’.
Note from Missy: The chain mail gloves are the only fictitious garment in the last panel. Scott does, in fact, own multiple fezzes, more than one luchador mask, and a smoking jacket.
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When I was a child, my father was a bit of a pipe smoker. He had a wooden pipe rack, and a selection of a few pipes. His favorite was a Calabash, the kind of pipe Sherlock Holmes smoked (in the old black and white movies, at least).
Then, we were burglarized. They didn't take much (we weren't exactly wealthy) but they did take Dad's Sherlock Holmes pipe, mostly for the irony, I have to assume.
Hey, if you’re interested in a supernatural, and comedic interpretation of Sherlock Holmes, an old friend of mine wrote a book you might enjoy.
Note from Missy: Also, the second book in the Warlock Holmes series is coming out May 16, 2017. 😊
Our experience has been that some cats just reach an age where they start throwing up occasionally. One of our cats fell into that category.
Even though I consider myself to be tremendously lazy, I eventually decided that it was better to clean the mess immediately. Waiting only allowed it to dry into the carpet, or increased the chances that I would forget where it was and step in it. Both of those outcomes were worth avoiding.
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The phone I had that broke was an early HTC model that was terrible from day one. The older phone I went back to was my trusty Palm Treo.
My Treo was made in 2003. It had a touch screen and a web browser. It could handle e-mails, and text messages. It played MP3s, and video files. I read books on it, and could open and edit PDFs, Word, and Excel files.
It did all of this years before the iPhone was introduced.
That’s why I’ve always said that what made the iPhone special wasn’t anything that it could do. It was the fact that it did many of those things well. The Treo didn’t. It was a fine e-mail machine, but almost everything else it did was severely compromised.
Also, when you held it up next to a first-generation iPhone, the Treo looked like an import from the 1960s Soviet Union. If I still had it, all I’d have to do is spray it with copper metallic paint and it would be steampunk.
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