August 22, 2008
I want to go to Spira. Even jail is pretty there. I might be inspired to write proper site updates in a timely manner at such a place.
Page 23 (scroll down, fool) of this. It has occurred to me that this contains the third display of vomiting and the fourth overall vomiting (that I remember) implied to have occurred since this… this thing has been in production. And yet, no other similar gross evacuation has been acknowledged. Now I worry people will think I have a stomach-acid fetish.
A tin ear sez:
This is by far the strangest and most chaotic page yet. It works, though. The combination of the backwards-moving vehicle, the bewildered Pog (whose bafflement the audience shares) and Blob-quat behaving as though this is the most unremarkable thing in the world makes for an especial degree of merriment.
Alas, this does nothing to solve any of the various mysteries concerning Kumquat’s biology.
Eesklipisk sez:
That seems to be good things.
I definitely am disappointed by the relative lack of strangeness up to now, especially in the technology and architechture. Also, the action is generally lacking. Eh, I will keep working at it.
It’s definitely easier to introduce interesting elements when travel is involved because they can be moved on from once they’ve done their job. Upcoming developments need not take them into consideration. Wholesale blanking of backgrounds (as on the “congratulations you’re cured” page) to free my self from once helpful annoyances only enhances the visual boredom. Though that first panel here was really hard to make and is still perspectively flawed. Ehhh.
Some tin beer sez:
The entire concept behind the comic is rather strange, really. Stranger still is always welcome, though, at east up until the point where it starts to resemble a schizophrenic’s fever dream.
Truthfully, I was rather too distracted by the good fortune of getting an aerial view of the landscape to notice the slight perspective flaw. I particularly enoy the prologue for this same feature. Any chance we’ll be visiting that lovely dark sea in the future?
Also, it should be mentioned that I experienced a dream yesterday in which you decided to expound upon the blimp’s “(Don’t) EAT BEETS” slogan by posting on your website a numbered list of reasons stating precisely why one shouldn’t eat beets. Some time after reading this I took a walk from Mallorca to Moscow, where, after I had crawled along a dangerous, railingless bridge and through a dark subway tunnel (where I was nearly hit b a train), a customs agent confiscated my water bottle and gave me a half-empty container of Powerade in return, as well as a plastic bag filled with informational pamphlets and an pink sponge which exploded when shot with which I was told I could protect myself against skinheads. Several locals then invited me out for a drink, en route to which I saw an angular, wheeled boat made of brown marble come trundling down the street. Curious place, Moscow.
Eesklipisk sez:
Nothing happens in the near future with this comic. A visit to the ocean by top hat snake might as well take a place on my list of unfulfillable hypothetical plot scraps.
I am rather frightened by the amount of visual inconsistencies between the latest page and the latest first page. Forgetting the road is pink is fine, but the scale of the home-domes is totally different. And where did all the blue dirt go?
Don’t ever stop keeping logs of your dreams, if you can still do so. I had to give up because I was getting pedantic and spending an hour or more each time, on situations far less interesting and specific than yours.