Alright, so the idea of this strip and the several strips that follow it was supposed to be that they kind of form a running gag about the repeated routine that Rickets and Prester are starting to settle into, but when I originally posted these comics I was posting them with months in between, so I think all in order together with the comics that I’ve posted over the last few days, they’ll make a lot more sense and probably be funnier. For the next week or so, updates will be daily as I post this sequence of strips.
This establishes what will become the rhythm of the relationship between Rickets and Prester, with them having wild nights and then Prester pretending he doesn’t know what Rickets is talking about. The next few comics in this sequence are actually ones that I’ve already posted in some form on the website in the last year or so, but so that they’ll be presented in the correct reading order I’m going to post them again after this one, so since they’re comics that have already kind of been seen, I’m going to do daily posts for the next few days until the storyline gets to comics that haven’t been on the website before. So, check back daily to see what’s going on over the next few days :)
This is one of those comics that I wish wasn’t at all autobiographical, but we’ve all had those nights. I’m not the first person to observe and wonder about the fact that alcohol increases sex drive but also ruins sex performance. What’s that all about? This is why people should be doing more hard drugs instead, obviously.
In other news, I’m working on character portraits and coloring a lot of things for a character guide on this website and other purposes. I’ve also started doing designs for t-shirts and things like that, and I’m gonna be posting a lot of this additional art through the Facebook page for my comics, and also on the Tumblr page for my comics as I go. I’m also gonna start blogging more, so if you want my random thoughts on whatever art’s engaging me and whatever I’m working on, or whatever else I feel is kinda sorta slightly worth blogging about, check that Tumblr out. In the meantime, I’m gonna keep posting things from the Rickets and Prester storyline in order without posting a lot of that other stuff in between, so that it’s more readable on this website. I’m also gonna be rearranging a lot of things on here, so that the storylines read in a better order and things make more sense, so if links to certain pages don’t work anymore, that’s why. So, if you’re enjoying the comics and the characters stick around, because hopefully the bigger scope of their world is coming into focus more on here, and there will be a lot of interesting things to look through.
The joke in the first panel is a little topical and might become dated really quickly, but for some reason it amused me enough that I decided to leave it in.
In the book I wanted to do something to reestablish Prester’s character quickly for people that haven’t read my comics before, and his religious fundamentalism is important for what comes later with his relationship with Rickets. Toward the beginning of the book I have a bunch of the strips about the rabbit being obsessed with pornography, so I figured this idea of Prester holding a prayer vigil for the rabbit would fit it, and what he says when Rickets asks him out on a date starts off the dynamic between their characters, so this strips sets up those things pretty well. I also like the phrase, “homosexual debauchery,” here because I always wonder what exactly it is that the religious crazies think that gays get up to all the time, since obviously gay people like to party, but it sure as hell isn’t any wackier than the shit straight people get up to, especially the religious ones. I think they don’t have any clear idea what it is that gay people are like at all, and that’s what freaks ‘em out. In these comics, of course, Rickets is kind of sweet and nice and would like to being going out to movies and cuddling or something, and Prester is the recovering alcoholic who relapses frequently and drags him into all sorts of crazy shit. It’s always the people that think they have the answers about how everyone else should live their lives who are the most fucked up themselves.










