It’s a pretty neat trick how I’m more upset at Head Alien’s gendered epithet here than I am at him murdering Sal’s parents a few strips ago.
It’s a pretty neat trick how I’m more upset at Head Alien’s gendered epithet here than I am at him murdering Sal’s parents a few strips ago.
Third “Sunday-style” strip in a row! Because this shit is important, I guess! Plain ol’ daily-newspaper shaped strips just won’t do. As the next few years went by, I would increasingly jump into this format as raised stakes called for […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It took me fifteen years, but I finally decided to put some undercarriage on that exploding truck instead of leaving it looking like the outer shell of a hobby model that hasn’t had its innards assembled yet. It’s been bothering […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Look, Head Alien, I know Mrs. Walters is wearing overalls and she and her husband ferry her daughter around in the bed of their pickup truck, but the hootin’-hollerin’ is a bit uncalled for.
Rule #1 for writing the Head Alien: The Head Alien is always 100% amused by himself. While this is proooooobably not the same highway that Ruth died on, I’m sharing the “Fateful Highway” tag for this location anyway. No sense having […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’m trying to remember why I had Martha hit her. I… I guess Sal expressed an ambivalence about her parents at some point, at how she had negative feelings for them, which contrasted with their retroactively-achieved sainthood via martyrdom? I […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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