This was actually a point in my writing where the idea of character motivation first fully sunk in with me. I always kinda’ understood, but something about this time period, it made it make more sense.
They are like a runaway train.
I do like strips like this where they are having a conversation, but yet the picture catches a very very minute moment.
Tickling has always fascinated me. This uncontrolled spasm which isn’t entirely unpleasant, but not entirely pleasant (or for me, i actually find it rather unpleasant, but doesn’t hurt). So odd.
I think if Stanley had answered it there would have a been a lot of yelling and sighing. And yowza, I drew Bruno rather fetching in this one didn’t I.
It was unusual (at this point in writing the strip) to write a non-Bruno point of view, I guess I felt this was a really good vulnerable moment to give hints of what was going on in his head when not interacting with our fair protagonista.
This was fun to write, because honestly, if Bruno had told ME this, I wouldn’t have listened to her either, and I don’t even have the distraction Stanley has at this moment.
I often wonder bout my friends who seem to attract insane people to their lives…. wonder about my own sanity. :)
Ah. So much of life is perspective. You can view a circus on your doorstep at the moment of a newly burgeoning romance as an interruption, or on the new light of morning realize how much of a joy it is.
Being a hermit living alone in a big house in the woods, 30 is a big number indeed. I didn’t want to gloss over that fact. Apparently, neither did Stanley.












