07/24/2014
Looks like that “mental aphrodisiac” administered to Jemini didn’t result in long-term infatuation. The honeymoon’s over, but can Scap and Jem get through this malaise together?
…and if that’s not your thing, then be here this Sunday when Scapula goes deep-undercover. The hunt for the Kabale is on!
I know you have a preset schedule for color vs. black and white pages, but I recall the Sunday spread where the colors dulled as these lovers’ passion did. The stark grayness of this scene is like an update on that motif, showing that it’s all gone (which perfectly accentuates the overt message of this strip anyways!)
I’ve probably blathered on before about how much I prefer using grays and desaturated colors as opposed to bright, garish ones, although I’m not really sure if that’s a personal preference or choosing what fits the mood of a scene. I’ve used bright colors, too (namely in action scenes), but I like keeping things toned down for the most part. The more serious you can make a scene look the stronger the action/comedy/horror will be when it finally pops up!
I couldn’t help but notice that Scap did build up some muscle, which means he even made the effort to improve on his physical condition. Nice detail.
He definitely has lost weight (he was a real porker a while ago). While one might think he’s been toning up to be a better crime boss, I think it’s mostly because he doesn’t sit around so much moping anymore. Go back and read ‘the Sunday years’ again and see how many scenes are just Scap wasting time!
I like the subtle touch of one of Jemmy’s heads remaining eyes-closed and on the pillow while the other is turning and has eyes opening as Scap climbs into bed. Puts a new spin on the expression “half asleep”.
Glad you liked! That reminds me of a throwaway gag on the BBC version of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, where Zaphod Beeblebrox tells his (very fake-looking animatronic) head to, “Go back to sleep”.
I’ve been where he is. You come to bed to a gorgeous, curvy, two-headed lady, but your mind and heart don’t come to bed with you.
And then that gap just kinda….. happens.
I very much identify with Scapula. With Edgar, himself.
Typical night of a Chernobyl couple, I suppose.
Yeah….. It melted down worse, though. ~sigh~ So, I put the mask back on and keep trudging forward. Maybe someday I’ll find someone who won’t slap me in the face the first time I take it off.
Never had a relationship go slowly sour like this. Mine tend to end on a more quick and final note…… or a more bombastic screaming match. This looks like a terrible patch to have to go through!
Better to just jump in the cold pool than inch in every ten minutes or so, I guess. Then again, I’m sure it’s harder for guys to have to deal with (the cold pool, I mean).
Fortunately for me my relationships never get to cool off hehehehehe. Mine always end less ‘romantic comedy second act’ and more ‘Godzilla’.
As for swimming, well, temperature means a lot less when there’s F*^%ing gators everywhere! Yeah, me Pa was a REAL responsible parent when he taught me to swim…… stood watch with a rifle and everything. To this day I couldn’t tell you if the old lake was warm or cold, but it sure was scaly.
Yeah, when you go frog gigging, you could always tell the depth of the water by knowing the height of the guy in front of you. When he makes that high pitched squeal, you know the water depth pretty close.
Either that or a catfish has just bitten the poor guy’s junk. That’s when you know it’s probably time to get out.