Do you get the sense that no one has any particular respect for ol’ Steven?
Including Steven himself?
We’ll have to get him to work on that, won’t we?
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Steven is kinda a worry wart.
We all are, I’m guessing, when it comes to the very specific things that worry us in particular.
Other stuff, that worries other people? Well, we’re oblivious and unhelpful at worrying about that stuff.
According to Douglas Adams in ‘Last Chance To See’, it isn’t an author’s job to prop up stereotypes.
Of course, he pointed this out because he and his little group of English gorilla-watchers were being outclassed by German super-efficient, über-confident gorilla-watchers. He pointed out that it wasn’t his job to make them off-handedly arrogant and proficient just because they were German. So he decided that for the sake of the rest of the book, they’d be Latvian.
Maybe Erich isn’t smugly confident (how many people in this comic are smugly confident? Most of them?) and maybe he isn’t German.
Not my job to prop up stereotypes.
Now, about Mr. Biner…
This needs to be a comic strip. A business strip, like Dilbert, but with a SoulSucker running around. He could be named “Suckbert” and he eats any lasagna that people leave in the break room fridge. The cubicle dwellers would be parodies of famous celebrities and other comic strip characters. It’s probably brilliant, but I can’t tell. I’m horrible at predicting that kinda thing.
Kara just won’t let competitive things drop.
I think that might actually have been my description of her when I was still pitching this as a newspaper comic strip to the syndicates.
Docta Pain knows how to motivate roller derby girls… and doctors.
This is the classic thing to do with a foreign enemy.
You demonize him up really, really good. That way, YOUR team knows that YOU’RE the GOOD GUYS, and those other guys don’t love their children and defame celebrities that you admire, and also they don’t wash properly and eat food that isn’t good at all, when they eat, which isn’t often, and they have bad teeth, too, partly because of the food but partly because of lousy genetics which people from HERE don’t get because YOUR people floss like respectable, civilized people. Well, not every day like you’re supposed to, but sometimes floss. More than bad foreigners who slap the queen with disguised fish do, anyhow.
Erich’s back in true form. He’s tough, y’know. Got that European attitude locked in.
Property is just worth more when it’s been developed. That’s what the developers say. So, while the moon is worth a whole bunch the way it is, it’d be worth many, many fortunes if we could just build a hotel and some food joints on it. Y’know, like one of those beautiful Interstate Exits that improve the land between here and… everywhere.
You guys remember the duct tape and tarp base-jumping competition, right? I mean, it nearly went down only yesterday.
