I think that Paul needs his thyroid checked.

Sometimes people you once like, diverge in values, and these kinds of things occur. I don’t know if it ever doesn’t feel awful.

Damn, that’s a snappy line. Well done Dana/me/Dana/me/Dana.

A little Pietà going on there. Wish I’d used a name other than Frank, though, so predictable of me!

I used to dream of this job. Now I know somebody who lives by doing it, and somehow I don’t envy him.

Somehow, Bruno’s observation reminds me of Groucho Marx’s famous quote, “I don’t care to belong to any club that will have me as a member.”

I find it interesting, that if one character despises another (like Lenny expressed in regards to Paul), it seems a little mean or petty. But if it’s returned, it makes it a bit more fun.

It’s like throwing snowballs at someone, unless your target wants to throw them back as well, you’re kinda’ being a jerk.

This was one of the first real close-ups I did with Bruno. I thought it helped set the intimate tone of the situation.

I believe I had just read “Confederacy of Dunces” for the first time, which used the word “abortion” by the second definition “an object or undertaking regarded by the speaker as unpleasant or badly made or carried out.” I liked the evocativeness of it, especially in use of humor where it shows both the horror of the specified object as well as the over-the-topness of the character speaking.

And that’s honestly what the box read (of course, it was the San Francisco “treat”). Like lawyers claiming they really care*, and suppository chainsaws claiming they won’t hurt, I just don’t buy the line that they had pride, wanted to share, or that it was special.

*of course, some lawyers do, bless ‘em.

I’m sure this strip was mainly just to say “yay” about that news.  And although this strip was part of the experiment of writing such an opposing foil, I think I played Paul a little too one-dimensional here.