Roosevelt became president in 1933, if you’re curious (I had to look it up myself).
So, yeah, Bruno’s gram never played a huge role in the strip. The area I grew up in, and even the college I went to didn’t have a large amount of diversity, and I always felt weird writing characters of different races who spoke like the white middle/lower-class kids I grew up with. So, I made Bruno 25% black.
These days I am not afraid to write different races, and i don’t pretend to write dialects or cultures (although I put in a nod or two). I just try to write human beings, and let the skin color be only that.
But it’s a tough thing. I wanted to be good, but I wasn’t sure if it was better to write almost-no diversity, or to write diversity badly. I didn’t know, and still don’t. But I do my best.
I had her work at the Moody Cow Convenience store because it was also the name I wanted to publish under. I later dropped it for the more innocuous and less interesting Good Port Publishing.
I think it was a somewhat parody of one of the old milk carton logos from Dairy Mart, which i can’t seem to find at the moment.
I think they’re standing on Boltwood Walk.
Not sure what to say about this strip. There it is. Follow-up on Amy. Randall being chosen because he got on the best with her.
I like Jay. I always liked Jay. He takes it and gives it. If Bruno and Jay’s antagonism was upped even just a slight bit, it’d be nasty. But they care about each other, and just duel because it’s what they do.
Cat’s licking himself! Cute. Reaaal cute, younger me.
I loved that book, and even used it for the foreword of book #1.
I think the piggy-back thing is a sweet set-up.
For those of you who are baffled by all this, let me tell you: I find this strip EXTREMELY romantic.
Probably explains a lot of difficulty I’ve had in my life.
This strip has two main influences.
One is a Lenny Bruce skit, which I haven’t heard for so long I can’t remember the precise story, but basically Lenny Bruce had a friend who was very overtly homosexual, and Lenny was talking to the guy’s mom, who talked of her son much the way Donna’s mom talks of her — completely misinterpreting her “kindness” and “generosity” towards those of the same sex.
The other is that in Sex Ed, back in high school, we learned that trying to BE QUIET really was ineffective to drown out lovemaking, while blasting loud music WAS. Which, now that I think of it, is kinda’ a strange thing to learn in Sex Ed, although very useful.












