Thursday, December 23, 2010

Our First Guest

Um. Aunt Iris. Mr. Mallory doesn't appear to be your first guest. How do you explain all those ghostly blue figures in the background, hmm? Are those just the crack addicts and the meth heads you couldn't keep out the door?

I believe last year at about this time, we were just starting to suspect that Bobbie Merrill might have mental issues. Now I'm starting to suspect Aunt Iris might have issues as well. Might pep up the story a little. Throw a pistol and some hurt feelings in there and we've got a party!

4 comments:

Frank said...

Not said "nicely," Mr. Mallory.

D.B. Echo said...

Mr. Mallory has actually been hanging out at the apartment since two days before the party started. In those same clothes. He needs some sort of recognition for that.

He's come a long way from his days as a docent at the New York Public Library.

Sugar Packet said...

That giant hand in the first panel looks like it's coming out of nowhere!

Consternation Button said...

I'm pretty sure the writer and the artist are at war with each other. The artist willingly chooses to make a mockery of the writer's dialogue by drawing contradictory illustrations. It is like an extremely mediocre wizard's battle.