Many comic artists look for opportunities of fanservice and my characters are clothed and covered even when there is a legit opportunity. That said, adding a detailed scene of bladder catheterization would prooobably make the comic a page longer, harder to draw and even less SFW than it generally is so somehow I’m not sure it’d be worth it…
The two previous stories about Quinton (which you can find in chronological order here and here) pretty much build up to this one so you have some expectations of Quinton and some idea of his misadventures prior to that.
A short recap: had a fun rebellious life with various substance abuse, got in a car crash, became quadriplegic, gradually became more and more depressed, alienated his family and friends, attempted suicide, ended up in a psychiatric hospital that specializes on patients with criminal background.
During all that Quinton never stopped being a snide spiteful arsehole for longer than 5 minutes.
In a way it does feel weird finally sharing this - I’ve spent quite a while with these characters so by now I’m not even sure how they come across to someone who is not familiar with them. Oh well, there’s a first time for everything.
I have to add that Philip is not Quinton’s roommate so the posters on the other side of the room are not his. But the owner of them hasn’t appeared in the comics yet so it doesn’t matter much.
This week was weirder than expected but look, suddenly a wild page has appeared!
Because I can’t resist sharing this - my rats discovering that acorns are a thing.
It’s even more funny if you know that they don’t actually like eating acorns, they only gnaw on them for a bit and drop them, but the thought of being proud owners of a bowlful of acorns makes them so excited, it’s cute.
You know you’re in Britain when even shady mafia people are polite. Occasionally.
In case you already forgot what the previous pages were about this is conveniently what is being discussed here. Back when I was figuring out the continuity of Cop Story I decided I wanted to have these short intermissions between parts of the story that are seemingly separate but help you build up a fuller picture.
And because the guy in the wheelchair is the only one whose name wasn’t mentioned, he is called Wayland.
Today is the day I don’t feel like a failure.
You might want to rephrase that...
Mum: That guy had the arms like my head!!
Me: ...not working properly?
When I listen to podcasts and such I usually make little notes about something that I might bring up in comics later. Re-discovering those can be funny, especially the second before I remember what they refer to. “Autoharp in disability context”???
It’s been like a year since I had anyone get to babysit Olivia, so let’s give Rafi a chance.
My coffee headcanon (as of this moment)!
Little interaction drawings. Guy on the left is mine. Guy on the right belongs to jim-moroniarty .
[DA] | [FA] | [Weasyl]
Look, Philip is acting up again! Thank you so much, this is great!! So fun seeing him in your style! :D
Ah ah ah look at this!! Ironically today I got a wisdom tooth yanked out - Philip, is this some half-baked revenge attempt? Clarence really didn’t have anything to do with it, you know!
Pool Party - Totty by Oly-RRR
This is the last picture I’m doing for this particular jam but I’m hoping to take part in the future ones.
I wish I could fit more people in here, but we have what we have (left to right):
Danny Ness with his super-soaker, Wanker the guide dog, Quinton Rhoades who never stops trying to add an insult to an injury, DC Graham Wilson who’s not getting a date today, Dylan Benton with his pal Ray Close and Diane who is not a Cop Story character and belongs to scienceoftheidiot
And here’s a song by Frank Turner that seems to fit:
We’ll bask out in the sun, bring a guitar and play some songs,
call up our friends and invite them out
to share what might be the last weekend of the summer,
because September’s getting colder as it goes.
And we haven’t done enough of this simple kind of stuff this year.
It’s clear we’re getting older and it shows.
Work weeks make us weary now and school’s a distant memory
and it’s easy to ask questions of ourselves, like:
where it is we’re going now and what we have to show for all the sunny days
shut up in the shells of expectations of our ultimate directions,
and the stations that we should have reached by now,
when we haven’t read the script and our tender wings are clipped,
and we’re scared we might be letting someone down.
So we listen to these heartbreak songs when nothing’s really wrong,
and we smile when we’re asked and say we’re fine.
But we’re drifting through our middle days,
creeping into middle age, setting in our ways…
But now it’s time to decide,
now it’s time to draw a line in the sand
and ask what’s more important than days like today?
Sneaking this in on tumblr while avoiding Doctor Who spoilers.