Grrl Power #32 – Oh Snap!
Woo! Bonus comic this week! I’m going to start posting a second comic whenever I get my buffer up to a certain point, probably on Thursdays. It won’t be every week, maybe not every other week but I’ve got to get this story moving. Every comic I can get up will help.
So yeah, Sydney’s pretty fed up with whatever’s in there, fortunately she’s handling it with poise. Cursing for her is nothing short of an art form as you can see. It’s not so much about the actual foul language as it is combining words into new strange and frightening concepts.
I’m reminded of something Lenore, the Cute Little Dead girl once said.
“Stupid little puffy rat-midget cotton-tushed cootie infested freak of nature poo poo headed monstrosity of the seventh layer of heck pee pee breathed dookie eating pig loving crab like bow legged creepy ass bulbous headed smaller than a bread box hollow brained gopher licking intestine shaped bacon wrapped no soap using squid slurping botulism growing crotch scratching one balled accidentally birthed filth spreading juice producing greasy palmed fart leaking ball of crap shaped like a man.”
That was also basically entirely unprovoked.
So…. going back and re-reading this, I just realized…
where the hell did that black car come from? A second ago, based on the security cam footage, there’s no car next to driver’s side/left side of the car. But one somehow managed to slide in to the suddenly wider-than-would-appear-from-camera-footage parking space and moreover, despite the obvious empty lot, decides to be an asshole by parking real close next to someone with their car door open getting something???
And now that same car is a full 2 parking spots away in comic #47???
What is going on here???
The simple answer is that I’ve never been great at backgrounds, and especially back then, I was barely able to get these cars drawn. If I did a ‘directors cut’ and re-edited these pages… well, it’d be hard to do without wanting to totally redraw this early stuff, but I’d make the car placement more consistent anyway.
And now we get a serious example of Ms. Scoville’s ability to embarass a sailor.