VIDHERO WEB STRIPS

INsights: Not a crowd pleaser. but i’m not in a pleasing mood.

Originally this was scripted as Viddy yelling into his walkie talkie that he was in. “I’m in!”. he would yell this repeatedly. THe implication was that he was in the bank vault.  and we’d pull the camera back to reveal that he was actually just inside somebody. needle and all. this seemed really lame, and difficult to convey visually when i sat down to make the strip a half hour ago.

Plus i’m in a really volatile mood, due to my new *$#^&@! roommates insistance on leaving windows open while i try to run the air conditioner. it seems clear that i prefer the house/rooms/world to be much colder than anyone else i know. so i’m sitting her sweating. flexing odd muscles with the hope that they will rip loose. struggling not to punch walls or throw whatever glass/bowl/phone is nearby. Hopefully just a hissy fit brought on by almost 2 weeks without cigarettes. hopefully a state of mind that will soon pass and never return. heh. BUT SO DOUBTFUL, THIS LAST THOUGHT!

So, i gave up the strip’s original intent. it was dump. right? i started to just draw it as the same strip we saw before, where viddy’s needle was in someone’s brain. i don’t know why. the idea was that it would be one long image, where we heard the same words, but saw the same climactic image of neele in brain. but it looked lame, so i abandoned that too.

decided i should back up and reevaluate where the funny was hiding. if there was in fact anyway to derive any sort of funny from any of this drivel. I decided that presenting the paradox of Viddy claiming he was “in”, which was ultimately revealed to be him injected into other versions of himself : was perfect.

It is hard to convey why. or perhaps it is simply that it seems to capture the weird logic of chemical hallucination. I wish i’d put a walkie talkie in. but. oh well. whatever. i think it still works on some stupid level.

although i expect almost everyone who sees this one will wonder why i’m pretending to be making a web strip. obviously i’m just doing abstract bullshit. ugh. rage.

word wise: i screwed around with the words. weee. IMIN doesn’t really mean anything. WEEEEE!
although, obviously, it is a “Title for the commander of each branch of the Castana military. Used in conjunction with his branch of the military,” could be used to describe ”Any nitrene” (Any organic compound, the univalent nitrogen equivalent of a carbene, having general formula RN), and is the ”First-person singular indicative past form of imea” (in Finnish, which translates to “To Suck” in English).

 So there’s that.