I apologise for the extreme lateness of this comic. which I blame
partly on the fact that I accidentally fell asleep on Friday night
while waiting for my dysfunctional computer to reboot yet again and woke up at 2:00 a.m. to
the sound of my downstairs neighbours playing the freaking guitar
on the freaking balcony for some freaking reason and partly on the
further fact that I spent all day Saturday at the Stratford
Festival, where, incidentally, I saw the best performance of
West Side Story in the
bleeding world. Now I am still tired, behind on everything,
unable to spell the word "bleeding" without taking seven stabs at
it, and finally finished drawing Casey in skin-tight spandex, to
the relief of all. I really hope the Monday comic will be up
by Monday morning. I really do.|
Oh, and apropos of nothing: you know what happened when I wandered into the Massey Hallowe'en party for a bit on Friday night in an extremely flimsy excuse for a costume (I went as the Banality of Evil. Don't ask)? People kept asking me if I were there as existentialism...that's what. I guess I did that one to myself.
|Saturday, October 31, 2009|
|Panel 1: In
the title panel of this Sunday-style colour comic, Marie, dressed as
Alice in Wonderland, is sitting against a wall in the Davies College
quadrangle. She glances up at Casey, dressed as Mr. Incredible. It's
dark out. The words "West of Bathurst by Kari Maaren" are handwritten
on the wall.|
Panel 2: Casey looks down at Marie.
Casey: Marie? Why are--
Marie: You already know I'm hiding from the mob because we forgot to order beer.
Panel 3: Casey sits down beside Marie.
Casey: Yes, but now you seem to be hiding even from your equally guilty co-chairs.
Marie: It's nothing.
Marie: Except...well...I just remembered the last time I dressed up as Alice in Wonderland for Hallowe'en.
Marie: I think I was about nine. My parents took me out trick-or-treating. My mom made me wear a coat over my costume because it was cold, and I was so disappointed. I'd...forgotten that. I feel as if all this time, without knowing, I've been down the rabbit hole.
Panel 6: Marie buries her face in her hands.
Marie: But I don't confide heart-rending memories of my tragically dead parents to you any more.
Casey: Sorry, I was forgetting.
Alt-Text: Aw, what a touching mo--no, wait, it's completely gone now.
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