This comic represents the chronological end of the Boy From Santa Cruz storyline, although I’m gonna go back and do the beginning of it soon, and the next storyline will deal with some of the wacky dating experiences I had following, so there’s still a lot of related stuff to come. New comic to be posted on Friday.
This is one of those comics that, in one form or another, has been on the back burner for a long time now. In all the time it’s been there, my desire to draw a cartoon fox yelling, “Break my boy cunt!” has never wavered, which I take as an indication of the idea’s importance and artistic integrity. It’s based sorta partially on something an ex said to me, but I think that was more like, “Pound my boy pussy,” and I find, “break,” more amusing. People are funny animals.
Toy Story 3 was pretty awesome, right? Toy Story 2, eh, less so, but Toy Story 3 was just impressive. And it’s true, the boy in question didn’t cry during it. He also thought that Salt was better than Inception. Granted, I don’t think that Inception is as amazing as people make it out to be, and I enjoyed Salt, but come on.
The next couple of comics are gonna feature Truckstop, and we’ll reach the end of the Boy From Santa Cruz storyline. Then, after that, I’ll be going into dating relationships that followed, and also going back and doing strips that go toward the beginning of the Boy From Santa Cruz storyline, and I’ll also be continuing the story of Prester and Rickets somewhere in there. So, check back on Monday.
I remember when I was first getting obsessed by Bob Dylan, I listened to Blood on the Tracks and was completely shocked by Idiot Wind. Granted, in the end of the song Dylan sings the inclusive phrase, “We’re idiots, babe,” but for most of the song, he’s telling her that she’s the idiot, without a doubt, and I remember thinking, god, be careful about dating Bob Dylan, because if you break up with him he could write that and put it out there for the world to see. This comic reminded me of that because, if you break up with me, I won’t write Idiot Wind, but there’s a small chance I will draw a cartoon fox talking smack on you.
I’m not gonna extrapolate here much on what this image “means” to me, but if you go back through the storyline a little bit I think I’ve said what I need to say about the associations that were interesting for me. As far as the storyline goes, this would be when I drew it, after we were no longer seeing each other, from reference photos that I had taken before we had the whole “Just friends” talk.
Tomorrow I’m gonna rearrange some posts so that the Caravaggio homage from a couple of months ago comes immediately after this one, because the idea is that when you’re reading all of these comics in order, you’ll turn the page or click through to the next one and see what he’s drawing, and that’s what it was. One thing about fucked up relationship situations with me is that they usually result in me writing or drawing a lot, so I suppose that’s an upside. A few years ago, a guy I had been living with broke up with me and, bam, I wrote a novel. The novel was a pretty emo kinda affair, but has some merit, I’m not sure if I’ll ever try to publish it or anything, but it’s there, and it’s long.
New comic on Wednesday.
The inevitable fallout of getting closer in this relationship was, should have been obvious to me, that it would end.
I’m pretty happy with some of the comics that I’ve been posting the last couple of weeks, and I think that with this one if you go back through the archives for a while you can finally see a bit of the storylines that I’ve been planning coming together. This isn’t the end of the boy from Santa Cruz story, strictly, because there’s obviously gonna be fallout for the rabbit as the comics go on and I talk about all of it, and the topic of my dating life continues to be a main theme. I wanted to tell this story in such detail because it’s part of a bigger picture that I have in mind to talk about my dating experiences in general. It’s also not the last comic where I’ll be drawing this particular guy, because as I’ve alluded to in the past on here, I actually started posting comics from this story in what will ultimately turn out to be the middle. I started posting them when this boy and I were still dating, so the story was incomplete. As I kept writing everything, there’s definitely more that I decided to tell about the beginning of the relationship and how we met, so I’ll get to doing all those comics soon. This comic is, though, the story of the last time I saw this boy in person. If there’s ever been a time when someone’s said, “I hope we can still be friends!” and it wasn’t bullshit, I’m not aware of it.
New comic on Monday, check back.
Yeah, it’s true, I’m an idiot or a masochist or something. I have an odd tendency to develop affection for the guys I’m around. Usually not the ones that like me, though. Those ones usually piss me off and irritate me. It’s that old Groucho Marx joke, I wouldn’t want to belong to any club that would have someone like me as a member. There’s also my recent obsession with curly-haired nerdy Jewish-looking boys with glasses, which might have something to do with why I’ve decided that Kick-Ass is easily the greatest superhero movie ever made. Kick-Ass is a pretty great movie aside from the Aaron Johnson underwear scene, though. It’s just that that scene certainly doesn’t hurt anything.
This is the start of the comics that’ll explain the process of actually drawing the Caravaggio homage that I’ve been talking about, and the same series will simultaneous take us to the end of the current twink from Santa Cruz storyline. Yes, I have a thing for glasses, and for messy hair, and for underwear. And there’s nothing wrong with any of that.
New comic to be posted on Wednesday.
So, to give a little bit of context to this, if you go back a few posts you’ll see where the rabbit was talking to the boy from Santa Cruz about the Caravaggio painting, and the first association was that David’s haircut looked similar to the boy from Santa Cruz. This is a slightly compressed version of what actually happened, but yeah we had talked several times about me doing a drawing of him in the pose from that painting and then, naturally, after we had already decided a date when he was gonna come over so I could start it, he got the first major haircut that he had got since I had known him. Not a major thing, I know, obviously there are any number of reasons that he could have decided to cut his hair, but it seemed indicative of the way in which we communicated throughout a lot of the time we were going out. His way of letting you know what was on his mind was a little bit like the communication you’d get from a passive-aggressive cat. You know, they’re upset about the new cat food that you’ve switched to, but they don’t really know how to tell you that, so their solution to conveying their displeasure is to piss on the corner of your bed.
Next new comic to be posted on Monday.