THE JEMINI KILLER pt.4
If you can believe it, “Sweetie-Monkey-Baby-Owl-Honey-Puppy” is a pet name I gave to my girlfriend. The idea was to make up the most insipid term of endearment possible (without resorting to baby talk), and this six word WTF phrase was the first thing to roll off my tongue. I don’t know what it means, and I’m not sure she does either, but that’s just the kind of beau I am.
In other news, another death in today’s comic! I think my fetish for killing off characters goes back to Dick Tracy (which never had any shortage of sudden, gruesome deaths for both its heroes and villains). Will this be the only death we’ll see in this story? You all hate it when I do these teasers, don’cha?
And here I thought I had a weird taste for pet names. ::snicker::
Just to possibly hasten my own hopes of getting the aforementioned MM-BC payday I gotta ask … have you considered using Kickstarter for the book project? I just got done backing book projects for two other comics I like (Modest Medusa, School Bites), and heard of many others doing the same. Get the money up front to finance the printing, in exchange anxious readers are preordering their awaited book, and maybe upping the ante to add other swag in with it.
From what I’ve seen the truly successful ones all have one theme in common: a low initial goal and lots of good tasty stretch goals. The low initial goal makes people more confident about joining in (project will likely make full funding) but stretch goals encourages a lot of upgraders, especially last minute. Watching final hours of a project can sometimes be like watching last minute bid sniping on ebay, heh.
I have considered Kickstarter for backing the books; oddly enough, the big problem right now isn’t just funding, it’s finding a decent printer who can do the job. The new print service I was talking about last week just moved out of California, so now it’s time to either find another one or just see what S&H costs are going to run me.
If anyone out there has done a Kickstarter before, please feel free to share your thoughts, recaps, or other amusing anecdotes. I will certainly consider it if it looks like the best option (or even a better one than going back to print-on-demand).
And forgot to mention – I actually smirked at panel 6. Jemini might not be your typical knockout beauty, but she does have a cute butt. 😀
Not many gangsters can make that claim (and not many that I would actually want to see for myself).
Well, I’m thinking now that instead of having two heads, jemmy should have four legs.
Because nothing can kill a centaur…except a gunshot. Or two. Or three.
Out of the pan and into the fire. Squishie Booty is having quite a cardio work out. K-sammie has a figure that can turn a man head, fer shure.
The 100-meter dash would be a lot more hazardous with big, horny freaks chasing after ya! And yes, Sam sure does turn the men’s heads…just don’t ask her for a shoulder rub.
But is your fetish for DC comics stronger than your fetish for Dick Tracy. If so, all of your characters will be resurrected somehow.
DC continuity is about as easy to figure out as quantum physics, so I’ll just tell you all that I wont be taking that route. The dead stay dead around here.
“Dick Tracy” villains are usually brought back in a few different ways:
-Unseen Narrowly-Escaped Death: A little retcon here and there and the tale of their demise reveals a previously untold escape. Used by Pruneface, Mumbles, and BB Eyes.
-Twin and/or Identical Relative: a lookalike in the family takes their place, either a conveniently unmentioned twin (Flattop, Blaze Rize) or just a similar looking family member (again, Flattop).
-Impostor: some schmuck takes the mantle of the first, inexplicably becoming a perfect duplicate of someone they probably don’t have much in common with.
…and, when all else fails, reboot the damned series.
Whelp, another dead goon. At least Sharkie isn’t going to have to pay him for his thuggery tonight! Remember, delegating the dangerous work to your mooks saves you a mint in dental.
So Knuckles Sam beats out the Rod, Throggy dives in to nick the prize and King Kongs away. All this unwanted attention has at least got to be a self esteem booster. Or will eventually make her a trauma case, either way!
Loving this one hun. It’s like playing keepaway, except the ball’s the only real player, and isn’t too good at it!
I doubt Sharkmouth needs to hit the streets anymore; when you’ve worked your way up to wear Armani you usually have other chumps running around, collecting your dues.
I don’t know if this is the kind of attention that a woman would want (believe me, I know…). If nothing else, at least she’s getting a little exercise and meeting new people!
Now let’s see how long it takes before Throgor drops the ball…
I guess the big question is: Is Throgor’s interest romantic* or culinary? And in his mind, is there a difference?
* – For given values of romance, of course. Throgor doesn’t seem to have too strong a grasp of the concept anyway.
I’m sure she tastes good either way!
C’mon Abel! His last date got to go to the Symphony! Throggy’s a real sucker for romance when he isn’t hungry! Hell, I’d let him take me on a date if he’d at least wear some deodorant. I’m not much into guys but he scores points for high class taste.
By the way, panel two has some nice sense of movement between Rod and K-Sam and the third one gives me a feeling of tension and struggle from their poses. I can almost feel feet slipping on the ground and the sounds of intense muscular effort. Anyway, I appreciate your artistry a whole bunch.
Hey, thank you very much! Glad you enjoyed this scene of violence and depravity, artfully rendered by your humble and flattered narrator.
And remember: don’t try this at home!
Poor Knuckle Sam. You could hear her heart breaking along with that guy’s fourth vertebra.
I think Sam is largely oblivious of the damage she inflicts upon others; when you’re as hyper-sensitive as she is you kind of forget that there’s other people in the universe (some of whom would rather NOT have their necks broken!).
Squishee-Booty! That’s my nickname for my wife. 🙂 I kinda felt bad for ol’ Sam in this one. At least, it appeared that she was regaining the advantage on her foe. And that’s a nice rump on Jemini in the middle panel. I wish he hadda moved his hand a bit (outta the way, not in rotation). All in all, great installment!
I think this sort of confirms that every cartoonist is something of a perv, but so what? It’s not like other career types don’t have their share of pervs (politicians, actors, athletes, police, post office workers, dog food cooks); and at least we cartoonists have a healthy way to vent those R.Crumb-esque urges.
Next week: Knuckle Sam spanks Jemini in a hot tub. Maybe.
I guess even Throgors need love… or at least some kind of unreasonable drooling facsimile!
EVERYONE needs love! Whether you’re a hairy, scaly mutant beast or a dirty-minded little rabbit, the need for womanly flesh makes lots of men (and women) crazy!
Everybody wants a piece of Squishy-booty… Does anybody remember that creepy 70’s horror flick…I think it was “The Man With Two Heads” or something… Some horrible experiment? by surgically putting a white guy’s head and a black guy and… it was just awful! Not that this has much to do with the current storyline… it’s just that THIS comic made me think of THAT movie… for whatever reason. Squishy-booty.
“The Thing with Two Heads”, a so-so sci-fi/pseudo-blaxploitation flick; with Ray Milland and Rosey Grier (and an early Rick Baker creation, a two-headed gorilla). I guess it should be seen once, but it’s not really one of my favorites.
But hey, any time my comics make people think of trashy old monster movies I smile a bit!
That bruisin’ first panel is killer along with all the non-stop action and stunning color. Quite satisfying and deliciously droolish!
Thank ya kindly, good sir. I swear, I need Mark here to write me up some good PR for SCAPULA! All I could think of writing on the back-of-the-book blurb is, “These comics are pretty okay!”.
Squishy Booty don’t wear no tidy whiteys
…and if she did, they wouldn’t be so white anymore!
My mullet queen!!!! YOU DO NOT HIT MY MULLET QUEEN! *clobbers him with rebar*
On another note, I just called my husband, “Sweetie Monkey Baby Owl Honey Puppy” and he looked sick and said, “If you call me that again, I’m going to vomit all over you.”
Hmm. Maybe Sam’s lucky that Jem just ran away there. :/
Hey, it looks like Rod paid the ultimate price for striking a lady! Actually, no, that would involve a kick in the nads (shudder).
As for your husband, I say try out a few ridiculously insipid nicknames out on him. Eventually you’ll find something that works; that is to say, makes you giggle and drives him insane!
I really can’t decide which one of scapulacomic’s characters I like the most. They’re all so brilliant.
Aww, thankya! Not sure if this was spam or not, but since I don’t see a link I’m going to assume it’s genuine.