October 8, 2018
attempting to explain why i drew this defeats the point of me having made it, though I fear, as with the others, its meaning does not come across!
additionally, it isn’t as funny to me when drawn up coherently. Usually I write the script first and come back to it weeks-months-years-never later, but this one came out like that. It is funny to me like this because it is so visceral and hateful and a product of the moment when I thought of it. But finished it looks calculated and like it should make more sense than it does.
The “crap”‘s visual representation was fine to have all black, but in color I don’t want to give it anything specific. It is supposed to be a very vague “crap.” So someone might think “is that supposed to be literal excrement? i do not know.” I will not draw literal excrement, but am comfortable vaguely implying it in a non-final version, hoping I will come up with a better solution later. Had I taken more time to think about this I likely would have exorcised the word “crap” as well. Any word I will only type in quotation marks is one that will get neutered out with enough revisions. So plainly there is more to my lack of success than not meeting a “crap” quota, which the followup strip touches on (with gloves). I of course already drew it, like this, but will not show it until I have ruined it with several more hours of refinement.
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An eater of bitter hay sez:
I was halfway through reading this comic–particularly, I had just passed the part where the purple snake had made its second, more forceful offer of crap and blue snake entered and said “WOW NICE CRAP”–when a very groggy, previously slumbering person stood up, came over to my chair and gave me a kiss. Very shortly in to this activity, the purple snake, no longer contented to remain upon the (digital) page it had hitherto called home, then forced its way in to my brain, held out its hand full of amorphous green matter, and shouted “Heeeeeere’s some crap!” This incongruous image immediately caused me to commence laughing, which in turn caused my sleep-muddle osculatory partner to confusedly inquire as to the nature of the prime chortle-mover. Considering this fact, even for an instant, however, simply caused the purple serpent to repeat its offer in a manner that would make any carnival barker turn green with envy, belting out with the utmost wide-eyed gusto, “HEEEEEEEERE’S SOME CRAP!”, which only served to crank up the cackles and heighten the haw-haws, thereby causing me to emit utterances which merely deepened the wellspring of this thirst for knowledge (let us assume our fountainhead to issue forth some sort of uncanny reverse water) rather than shine a lamp in to ignorance’s benighted bailiwick. Further repetitions of the interrogative and subsequent failed attempts to elucidate yielded but gasps and splutters, accompanied by feeble air-pawing, as though attempting to play with an invisible cat toy or a shoo away a phantom housefly, though perhaps in sooth representing a physical attempt to push the violet crap-monger in to the darkest recesses of my subconscious, where its crapulous exhortations would fall upon void and vacuum, leaving us, the people of the plenum, in a place of preeminent peace. Yet a curious breed of half-cough on my part for the next fifteen minutes or so betrayed the lavender squamate crapoting silently below the surface, ready to chuck his muck on any unsuspecting passerby.
Truly crap moves in mysterious ways.
Frimpinheap sez:
I was worried I may have completely wasted my time and an excess quantity of the remaining good will toward me by drawing this stupid thing, but your experience proves that is not the case and that this comic strip had a greater purpose than I could have guessed. I may have misread the apparent alienated non-reactions I received, and viewers were merely paralyzed with a state transcending consciousness. Alas, I must disclose that the purple bowtie snake fails to elevate its enthusiasm in the second strip, at least not to the level you experienced, but that may be necessary long-term for it to continue providing its service.