by Brian Fies An Eisner Award-nominated work in progress. Updated Tuesday and Friday. Starts HERE.
Loving this, Brian!
Do you have any idea how "interruptus" it is, to be cruising along, catching up on the story's momentum after a few weeks away (cursed deadlines), only to fetch up against the cruelly inevitable "Sorry, the page you were looking for in this blog does not exist."?Of course you do. You're a serial storyteller, which makes you a special kind of evil - and I say that in the nicest, most respectful way possible. Carry on!
Thanks, Susan!Richard, it's the kind of evil that makes my toes tingle and gives my tummy a warm, cuddly-bear feeling. But then, you know all about that...
Wait, what? Reading these pages over again (I like to backtrack maybe a dozen or so, build up momentum for the new entries), I just noticed something. Panel 6, Sparky comments "Luckily my intellect remains pridiga... prodi... big." Which, by itself, is funny, as it demonstrates his intellect is truly not prodigious at this moment. But that first attempt - "prodiga..." - there's an "a" in there. The only words that start with this sequence are "prodigal" and its variants. Prodigal means "wastefully extravagant." Were you slyly firing one in, low and inside, about Sparky's nascent self-realization? Or was this simply a typo?Hint: For the correct response, look to Winston in "Ghost Busters." ;)