Man, this strip is uncomfortable, but at the same time I think I hit true on their dialogue — to it’s socially awkward tee.
Sometimes it is fun to have an image tell a story. In this case, as well, it tells a backstory explaining a comment, which means there is length and time, all to this one snapshot.
It’s fun to write sweet dopey characters like Martin or Randall (although Randall definitely matured in ways over the run of the strip).
I used to hate days like that. But for some reason, they’ve been infrequent and happen hardly ever anymore. If I can’t find the inspiration, I generally noodle around with writing until something forms or a walk clears my head.
I also don’t have trouble sleeping.
I have craploads to be thankful for, believe me, I know it.
It’s like needing to hear the last note of a musical phrase, to walk up to a chess game and seeing the obvious conclusion — it’s so hard not to point it out (although I would still probably have the self-control Bruno isn’t exhibiting here)..












