07/11/2013
Looks like Scap is ready for his next big date (he hasn’t had one in a loooooong time), so join him this sunny Sunday to see how it goes! And no, you can’t see Hypnausea’s date, because there are just some things you can never “unsee”.
Looks like Scap is ready for his next big date (he hasn’t had one in a loooooong time), so join him this sunny Sunday to see how it goes! And no, you can’t see Hypnausea’s date, because there are just some things you can never “unsee”.
And here was I hoping I’d seen the last of that lunatic loopbag musical. The whole reason I left my family was to get away from things like how they loved to watch and rewatch “that movie”. Honestly, didn’t they realize the kind of emotional scars it could leave on a 5 year old to have to sit through his mom and dad watching Tim Curry strut around in drag? Later on, when I was old enough to know better, I realized just how freaky that had been, and when I recalled the plot, I decided the guy who wrote it was a lunatic, and then I learned the Handyman was the guy who wrote it. Urrrgh, trauma after trauma. Sorry Aidan, but you can count me out of cult fandom. Yechh!
The Rocky Horror Picture Show is definitely an acquired taste and, big surprise here, I’m not the biggest fan of it myself * . The movie itself is pretty bad (might have done better if it were edited down by about a half an hour), but most people who enjoy it probably don’t consider it ground-breaking cinematic genius (and if you do..well, good for you). Watching this movie alone is usually pretty boring or annoying.
In its defense, Rocky Horror is more about the experience than the source itself. If you’ve never gone to a live show of Rocky Horror you’re missing the entire appeal of it; it’s really about acting like a weirdo and getting to see other weirdos act like weirdos. If that’s not your thing that’s understandable, but for some folks it’s fun to go nuts for a while and “be it” (y’know, instead of dreaming it).
In the end, it’s a strange culture unto itself, and one that sums up a certain brand of craziness. Hypnausea falls right into it.
* Yes, those of you who bought the SCAPULA books will probably recall some of the Rocky Horror-inspired artwork. I’ll say this: the brand sells, and the Frank N. Furter prints I’ve done at conventions have ALWAYS sold out. Is that a crass thing for me to admit? Eeeee-yup!
Even the most hardcore RHPS fans will admit that the movie is nothing without the audience.
Mind you, the ones that do maintain it’s a work of cinematic genius… back away from them slowly.
The third act is typically where I fall asleep or go do something else.
Not even going to comment about how many times I’ve threatened to shoot relatives for trying to drag me to see that mess. ONCE was enough.
Too much flopping cocks in that movie, I could never get more then halfway through it.
Hey! It’s Rocky Horror night!
Aw, c’mon, Aidan! Let’s see who Hyp’s date is! At least let us know if he/she is going in costume too!
That, my friend, is best left to your imagination…or you could draw it and post it on the Facebook group page!
Gowaaaaaan, have some fun!
Why does Tigadactyl wear his costume whilst sitting inside reading comic books?
Also, is it weird if I actually found Hypnausea attractive?
Tigadactyl seems to have some personality issues; he rarely speaks or interacts with others, and seems to prefer staying ‘in character’ more often than not (you’ve heard him say, “RAAAAAWK!” more than anything in English or Japanese).
We’ll learn more about what his deal is when I get around to telling these characters’ back-stories.
As for Hypnausea being attractive, if that’s your thing it’s fine by me! Just because he repulses Scapula doesn’t necessary make him repulsive to everyone. If nothing else, it gets more of an audience around here!
Just going to go on record for this: If I had a suit that let me fly, I’d wear it 24/7 no matter what it was. It could be made of yoghurt and dead babies and I’d be fine with that.
ROCKY!
DR. SCOTT!
JANET!
LEEEROOOY!
KHAAAAAAAAAN!
Wait…I think we’ve gone off the rails…
I distinctly remember it as “Janet!” “Dr. Scott!” “Janet! “Brad!” “Rocky!” “”
😀
No, I wasn’t a regular, why do you ask? ::hides his face paint satchel::
dangit that last set of quotes should have ::grunt:: in it – made the mistake of using HTML symbols again
You forgot Rocky’s line: “…”
Nope, that was the grunt. 😉
At least Hypnausea’s date looks like it’ll be quieter than Scap’s.
Though I can’t tell if he’s deodorizing or shaving in that panel, I’m gonna go with both.
Deodorant. His body absorbed a lot of funk after being trapped in an attic with Babirus, and even after so many showers that stink is bound to linger!
Does Right Guard come in 50 gallon drums?
Nothing beats the ol’ garden hose for washing down filthy bums, that’s for sure!
First panel, Scapula has exactly the face I’ve seen on so many guys talking to their girlfriends on a phone. It seems even having a plastic shell for a face can’t hide ‘yes, dear’ reflexes!
For my part, any girlfriend I’ve ever had that expected me to listen to them jaw on a phone was probably one I had wearing a ball gag the rest of the time. Perks of being a dominatrix: you don’t have to listen to a lot of idiot girl-banter from halfwits.
Trying to keep Moonie from talking is like trying to stop a river with your bare hands: impossible and pointless. Scap knows to just go with the flow.
Sticking a ball-gag in the mouth of anyone who blathered over the phone would have come in handy back in the ol’ telemarketer days!
A) Yes, it does, but you have to be a little cruel when you pick the size of the ball.
B) Wait….. they’ve ended?
Caller ID has largely put an end to it, especially if you’re in the habit of not answering a RESTRICTED or otherwise unfamiliar phone number.
They still slip through on occasion, much like the Monty Python encyclopedia salesman pretending to be a burglar.
I found they stopped calling my home once I traced their address, let them know I knew where they were calling from, and threatened to twist their neck 790 degrees, enjoying all the wet, visceral popping sounds……..
Sorry. Regressing to more foaming-at-the-mouth days.
*Squeals!* A RHPS reference! I now seriously love you, DDH.
Can I play Janet to Vincent’s Frank?
Aww, glad you enjoyed! Rocky Horror fans are the best thing about the franchise.
You can definitely play Janet to Hypnausea’s Frank…or play Columbia to Throgor’s Eddie…or Magenta to whoever the hell would be RiffRaff!
Babirus. XD
(And suddenly all the potential Magentas disappear via the emergency exits)
Yep…I can see that happening!
Which I guess leaves Toxsick as Dr. Scott.
Although I’m greatly intrigued, I don’t know if I’m prepared to know what kind of date rings Hyp’s bells. Ah, tell me anyway; he’s one of my favorite characters. 😀
Where Hypnausea is going is probably to the Rocky Horror Show (makes sense)…unless, of course, he’s going up to the lab and see what’s on the slab?
Never mind.
I get the feeling Throgor’s watching a show about Hypnausea’s date right there on the boob tube.
Hypnausea getting lucky with the Gill-Man? Egad, now THERE’S something you’ll never “unsee”!
Ya know I’m just fine with not seeing Hypnausea’s date, seeing as how I already can’t unsee that last panel of Hyp in the Dr. Frank-N’-Furter suit.
I did laugh though. And I’m also mildly concerned that it didn’t even horrify me the second time I read it over. What the hell are you doing to us all, Casserly?
What am I doing to all of you innocent readers? Desensitizing you! I’m training my followers to be completely unfazed by the freakish, frightish, and froopish, so that the next time you walk down the street and see something REALLY shocking, you’ll think, “Huh…yeah, I read that in today’s comic.”
So I get to blame you the next time I get asked by a therapist what the hell is wrong with me?
You give the best presents, Unca’ Dada!
I’m sure your therapist has been completely desensitized to hearing your crazy stories, Jenn!
“Oh, so you broke the guy’s arms in four different places, then shoved the broom up his sphincter…well, that’s to be expected. Let’s talk about these feelings you have about intimacy…”
Depends on the therapist. My high school therapist quit his profession, but he was a lightweight. I went through four more after him ranging from criminal psych to sexual deviancy counsellor (who, I should note, had tits to die for and looked darling in leather, just sayin’!), then I ended up with the one I still routinely call who was a military shrink until the current crop of ‘namby pamby’ soldiers started whining about things (he was used to vietnam vets and the like), and my current one is a nun, who can mop the floor with me in a fistfight, that used to train french paratroopers. You think MY stories get weird!
I’m still pointing the next one I have to talk to over here just to see what they think. I have to talk to a fresh evaluator every six months anyways.
We all know that Hypnausea could be 473 lbs and have a peg leg and he’d STILL go as Frankenfurter…..
Love!