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Sal in panel three seems more emotionally intelligent than me, and so I’m wondering how I managed to pull that off. Like when you’re trying to write a credible genius when you’re actually not very smart.
This strip pairs pretty well with today’s Dumbing of Age, particularly the first panel. Why, there is a universe where there’s no Aliens and no Martians. Nothing potentially separates Joyce and Walky. They go to school together. And they’re… sort […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
(He’s not.) I could snark up the content of this strip a bit, but instead I’m going to hyperfocus on the three little shock-lines pulsating from Sal’s head in panel one which were nearly completely covered up by the word […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I mean, we’re all going to die, Walky. I really have no idea how I woke up one day and found myself writing a “the hero has scary visions of the future!!!!!” story. I hate those! I hated those at […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Originally, the final panel of this strip had “WALKY!” being hollered, which threw me for a loop because I thought maybe it was supposed to be Joyce yelling at Walky as an illustration of their current relationship. But it’s supposed […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
And with that, we have a pretty little bow on Danny/Sal, the Walkyverse’s original couple. Also, some narrative subversion as Sal refuses to play along with Danny’s leading question. That was supposed to be an epiphany moment, Sal! C’mon!
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