Grrrr….
on July 1, 2014 at 12:01 amYou can see the precise moment where the cartoonist is super weary of these characters and halts half of the super exciting car chase through sheer overwhelming apathy.
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You can see the precise moment where the cartoonist is super weary of these characters and halts half of the super exciting car chase through sheer overwhelming apathy.
One week left, folks.
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So even Young Willis was growing tired of these shenanigans?
Hooray for anticlimaxes!
Except for when it involves sex.
An anti-climax would involve cum made of anti-matter, I imagine.
In that case, I hope they would use a dilithium condom to deal with that sort of thing.
I’d think a metallic magnetic condom would be needed, but not everyone’s that kinky.
Or are antipeople.
Could that result in giving birth to a negative number of children?
Maybe, if you take “a negative number of children” to mean “number of people killed by the matter-antimatter annihilation.”
While resisting the urge to Google the mass of an average ejaculation, I will offer that roughly a third of a gram of anti-cum would produce a 15-kiloton explosion, equivalent to Little Boy.
Yup.
I won’t stop you from disparaging your earlier work, Willis, but I like how you brought in the mental dynamics of stopping at a red light when one is driving alone into today’s strip. It’s little details like that that give a strip life and relate-ability.
It’s a nice detail, but not really the right timing for it. Maybe for a smaller story arc, but since this is literally the climax of the entire work, pulling everything to a halt just doesn’t work.
Lookin’ at you here too, Hugo and your digressions on the history of the Parisian sewer system.
No argument there – just saw a good thing and thought it was worth mentioning.
Is that the same “Hugo” who paused Les Miserables for the most tedious 100-page description of Waterloo ever?
And the same Hugo who essentially wrote a mini-novel at the beginning of his ACTUAL novel to describe a man that the protagonist meets exactly once and never has anything to do with the story ever again. I think the musical was right to just cut straight to the “hey you forgot to take the candlesticks” part, since that alone basically told us everything we needed to know about him.
Eeeeeeeeyep! Right on both counts, you two. Also the digression on the history of his fictional convent and then philosophical musings on the convent as an abstract thing, don’t forget that.
But the sewer bit is particularly egregious because DUDE. LITERAL MIDDLE OF THE CLIMAX HERE.
He could write some brilliant characters, but DAMN did Victor Hugo’s pacing need work.
Yeah, I’m gonna be honest, I just skipped to the last chapter of the Versailles section, since that was the only part of it that was actually plot-relevant.
Personally, I’ve always liked that in a narrative. I know it’s often not popular, but for me it gives me a breather, time to stop and “feel” the events up to now, if you know what I mean ?
Billie has just remembered that she doesn’t actually have a room or anything, so her options are either staying with Danny, or with the people using her dead girlfriend’s brother as a vomit-mop.
I guess I never saw this as an anticlimax. Danny’s just making crazy assumptions and speeding off like a lunatic. Billy’s just driving home or whatever. It really kinda fits naturally.
Willis, so was the switch-over to It’s Walky something you were planning on doing and building up to, or was it just that you reached your point of apathy here and decided to make a drastic change?
Originally, was there a gap in real time between the end of Roomies and the start of It’s Walky or did one start right after the other ended?
I believe he’s said before that he was already intending on making the switch, and he even knew which day he wanted to make it on, so he was trying to make the Roomies ending fit into the allotted time he had left for it.
What else would have happened? Was Danny going to catch up and run her off the road?
Run her off the road with integrity! No regrets!
Aw… I remember when Billie didn’t have glasses.
Good times.
But only for me, apparently.
Originally posted:
December 12, 1999
Don’t you just hate it when the universe puts you in time-out to think about what you’ve done?