Here's last semester's Life With Death strips. Enjoy.
Members on staff of the paper told me they loved this comic because it's so hard to convey tone in writing - they liked that I felt the same way and decided to rectify it(if only for one strip.)
This was another strip that came out of testing the limits of Death's cruelty. I never try to offend or make anybody think of Death as a killing machine. I try to make Death the get ahead by doing nothing cynic that is in all of our lives. This strip is testing the waters - I still think it's not so bad.
Fish Oil is smelly. Anything fish has a bit of odor to it.
I try not to take listen to suggestions about ideas for the strip because I like to see what I can come up with and therapeutically (is that a word? if it is it's not a correctly spelt one) get my snarky thoughts out in some way. But at the paper's end of the year party right before the summer, I was talking to one of the staff members about the comic - she liked it very much and had a lot of kind words. She seemed to be really attached to it and since she was graduating she really wanted to know what was going to happen next in the strip in the fall. I told her I didn't know because I haven't written it yet! She said something that resinated with me for a while. She said "I would love to see Death get a girlfriend or just a girl that won't leave him alone, like a Death Groupie Stalker!" I laughed at the idea but thought, hmmm... I always kept the idea in the back of my mind and decided to use it but make it my own in a series of comics. I knew I wanted to make her more love sick than crazy closet shrine with locks of hair and chewed gum in it stalker. First, thing that makes her crazy and harmful to society is purchasing and distributing hawaiian shirts. No no.
I liked the rhyming in this strip and knew I wanted to give her a name but nothing ordinary so after coming up with three - I knew Daisy the Crazy was the winner. Plus I liked the idea that Roger got a list from the creator (ME) with options. I'm in the strip but never present. In an arrogant, self righteous way, I'm GOD (heard of but never seen.)
This made me laugh that a horrible disguised Death fooled the frantic stalker. I thought she would have known everything about Death and not get fooled by a mop with a sign taped to it saying "Death." Also this worked in demonstrating how lazy and thoughtless Death is solving a serious problem.
This strip came on Wednesday night. I need to write an idea and saw a commercial for the DVD release of the movie "The Proposal" with Sandra Bullock. It boasted of an alternate ending as if you would want to see more of that movie, but I saw Ryan Reynolds on a plane getting tasered and I knew I had to use tasering in the strip. The idea flowed fast after that.
This came from elementary school. Something that always stayed with me. My writing teacher always told us never to use the word "nice" because it said nothing and it was just used as a buffer when you don't like something and want to be nice to the person's face. And I remember showing her a poem I did for homework and after reading it telling me it was "nice." Even as a third grader at the time, I told her point blank I thought you should never say something is nice and she couldn't believe she said it and I figured it out. After that I was a giant pain in the ass to her and she took everything and walked on eggshells around me. I'm a somewhat a professional writer and you're a writing teacher - whose better now? AWESOME
This started a series of personal ads for Death that would give him horrible results due to the wording of the ad. This one gave him a luchador (wrestler). I remember trying to hold off on this idea so I can do more strips next semester but I had nothing else flowing in my head at the time. Also I didn't think of enough for a big series. Plus I felt it was a one note joke over and over again as if it was a formula for three or four strips. In the long run, I wouldn't have been happy. Also look for the nod to the kingsman (queensman.)
Here's the other one in the series. Just another play on words. I like that a baby reads and answers personal ads. She's already desperate before getting out of diapers.
The last stitch filler towards the end of the semester. Not my favorite but it was all I had after being fried from the semester, physically and emotionally. I did a lot of work that semester to fill a void in my life and help me forget and not deal with life. Thats why I put my body through hell doing so much work in all my classes and outside of school. I realized no matter how productive I was it was going to get to me anyway.