The excitement never ends here at Spookingtons
-- it just stalls out in mid-air, taking a long nose-dive until, at the last
possible second, we pull up and you get another comic strip. As today! Voila,
the second senses-shattering installment of "Scarred Straight."
Because of my new school schedule, and me getting
acclimated thereto, there's going to be a new update structure here for the
webcomics for the time being -- the posting of comics will depend on the
production status of the next page in line. That is to say, I will be posting
a new webcomic here from the last finished page when I reach each of three
milestones on the current page: One when I have the next page penciled (or
the digital equivalent), one when I have the next page inked (ditto), and
the last when I have the next page finished. This will provide a posting
schedule that will be staggered, yes, but hopefully not quite so much as
I can't get at least one strip up per week.
Okay, so, was that explanation convoluted enough
for you? If not, go back and read it over and over until each individual
word becomes unmoored from its symbolic meaning, leaving you repeating a
contextless, borderless blend of rote phonetics. On to other business.
Don't worry, this isn't homework I'm giving
YOU -- although don't consider yourselves totally off the hook till the bell
rings, you little vipers. My English Literature professor has assigned the
class 200-word 'journal' entries on the subject of 'one positive relationship
I've known.' Given my current myriad obligations, I'm naturally eager to
kill as many birds as possible with my limited stone supply, so you're getting
it, too! I now present to you my journal entry on... "One Good Relationship.":
It's possible I should have asked in class,
but I'm under the impression that the 'one good relationship' need not be
one that I, personally, have experienced. " Of course, if I'm staying strictly
to the letter of the assignment, I could very well write about remoras and
sharks, and nobody could say 'boo' to me about it. Let the professors remain
on guard -- there are law students in their midst.
It would probably be a knee-jerk reaction --
albeit one that's circumstantially in decline, these days -- to write about
one's parents as an example of the 'one good relationship' concept. Any
relationship that weathers thirty-plus years more-or-less intact would seem
to be fair game, though the Russian people and Stalin might have something
to say about it. And, no, I'm not comparing my father to Stalin, save in
the realm of mustache-management.
What's the definition of a good relationship?
I've had several that were good in short bursts. Given the impermanence of
man, it would almost be dickering to exclude a relationship based on duration
alone. So soon do we grow old; my buddy 'Big J.' was there when I needed
a sofa moved, and I can't help thinking that that half-hour was in itself
a more positive experience than the cumulative affection, pain and heartbreak
of past girlfriends. Look at the rewards -- my sofa's STILL moved, whereas
I got bupkiss from the old flames.
Well, all right, I got a stuffed Bulbasaur
doll and a table. Maybe I'm just splittin' hairs.
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