Teenage Sith Apprentice

And just what made you think that last remark was a good idea, Kyle? Nothing else really fit in the same story or category as this comic, so this is all I've got today.

Full disclosure: I couldn't think of a good Valentine's Day joke this year, so I just skipped that one. Here's a happy one panel with no humor in it: Huh. I could have sworn I'd replaced Ava's dreidel with little hearts. Ah well. Now, let's get on with the Hunt for Red Lightsaber. Ava's a law enforcement officer, Anne. It would constitute a galactic level crime to take her 'saber away. On the other hand, you are a suspected terrorist with no such legal protections. I guess being a good person has its advantages after all. Rachel's rich, so Anne could put that number extraordinarily high. Of course, she'd lose, so I sure hope she doesn't. . . Weird how sympathetic you always are to the person who has hurt you far worse than anyone else you've ever met, including a whole lot of criminals and your bitterest arch nemeses, Ava. "Now, it's not exactly Isaiah or the Talmud. . ." Yeah, because it does

I was watching loads of Studio C when this came into my head. It then became a favorite tactic of mine to joke about other people's jokes and then joke about plagiarism. Also, Kylo Ren is apparently taking a course in nutrition. Who knew? Or, as Scott Adams might put it, "My target market is that 5% of people who will buy any darn thing." Yes, the first two panels are just filler. Except, if you look closely, you see the analog clock is at three o'clock and the stars are out. This one stemmed from a Calvin comic in which Calvin is standing out in the rain, saying something to the tune of, "Why am I standing out her in the rain, when I don't want to be awake, waiting for a bus to take me someplace I don't want to go? I go to school, but I never learn what I want to know." I wanted to borrow the verbiage, but it kind of flopped. The girl in the shorts is me, "Ceinwen Chandler." I told you I looked remarkably like Anne.

The new and improved Ava line: "We might actually have a ghost of something vaguely resembling the zombie of a chance at that." My take on feminism is that modern American feminists think that, if females like being female, something must be wrong with the system. No, maybe I just like pink. Heck, maybe I just like pink because you guys (current day feminists) put too many rules on what a girl has to and cannot do, and just being an ordinary female is LESS oppressive. I'm really digging myself into a hole here. I'm not going to have much to work with come the actual game.

This is how I feel about my own writing at least 40% of the time. It helps that I've gotten better at putting my own spin on things. I finally decided that the disabled character Algernon wasn't a rip off of someone else's disabled character, much to Algernon's relief. To be fair, by this point the two characters don't have anything in common.

Maybe that Sixteen Personalities profile was right and I am a hopeless romantic. The Nick Chancy character only exists because I wanted one of my two female main characters to have a functioning relationship. (They don't even have a functioning relationship with each other as roommates who spend 90% of their day separated. Anne frequently tries to convince Ava to commit various crimes and Ava has taken to sleeping heavily armed.) Anyway. Nick is probably the one character in the strip who would ever make it in reality. Anne and Ava have all sorts of problems. Rachel mostly takes care of herself via luck. Nick is practical, hardworking, not a terrorist, not nursing a major guilt complex, not mentally ill, and not a psychopath like Esther is. He'd go far, here in reality. (Anne might, too, but only on blackmail.) I complain endlessly about Nick being a lousy comedy character. Honestly, that's not it. He offers two excellent joke opportunities: one, anxiety, and two, a

Kylo Ren. One of the only two major Teenage Sith Apprentice characters who isn't mine. Kylo is obviously stolen from the Star Wars sequels; his first comics were meant to mock his famous "I will finish what you started" line. I portrayed him as short tempered and kind of whiny. The next new development was making him Anne's boyfriend rather than a casual acquaintance. Since, he has evolved into the remarkably calm character who puts up with Anne's turbulence. I can't draw him super well. The only way you can tell it's him is the mask. Then again, I can't draw any male character super well. Either they have masks I can't accurately reproduce in pencil (Vader and Kylo) or they look like girls (Nick Chancy). Ironically enough, I also have a female bit player I would complain looks way too male (Hailin Bulldozer). Kylo isn't a super important character, nor is he super complex. He is mostly either shown as reacting to Anne's being a nu

YES! I'M IN FEB 2020!!! Which means that the backlog is now just: Feb 2020, March 2020, and April 1-12 2020. 72 comics! Yeah, I can get through that before November. . . I think. . . maybe. Then I need to post the Covid Files and the Missing April 2019 Comics. Now that I've thoroughly bored you with that little status report, let's get to the fun part. Being an indoor/outdoor cat, Mindelle leaves home at sunrise and Nick prays she gets home by nightfall. Y'know, I always complain about Nick being a problem character because he's stuck in the strip via Ava, but he really doesn't have a personality - or, well, I don't complain about that much in this blog, but I sure gripe about it to my friends, and seeing as how I know all my three or four readers on a first name basis, that's probably everybody reading this blog. Except maybe Vanessa. I might not have mentioned this character problem to her. Anyway, my point is that it's not the

To quote Steven Guilbeault of Greenpeace: "Warmer trends prove global warming. And colder trends prove global warming." That about sums up Anne's logic here, yeah.

I do this all the time. I'm surprised I'm not nicknamed "Zombie," I've lost so much sleep to my writing. Writer's angst. I'm an aspiring Sci Fi/Sci Fi political satire writer, so I tend to start writing, think, "Man, this is really cool," and then I start to think, "Wait. This is complete fiction. Why is it important?" And then I go on a wild downswing emotionally. (All authors are bipolar.) This comic was meant to parody that. And this one was simply about the interplay of Anne and Ava's wildly different personalities.

Okay, I wrote this comic in pencil and then it wouldn't show up on the scan, so I'll have to just narrate it as I don't have time to rewrite it in pen. AVA (marches into room): I have an announcement to make. RACHEL: Yes? AVA: For the next seven hours, only I may enter the kitchen. All others, keep out on pain of death.     iiiiiiiii Make sure you pass this on to Esther. RACHEL: I take it tomorrow is a Jewish holiday. AVA: Yep! Rosh Hashanah starts in 7 hours! I wrote that 9/18/20/1 PM, when that last line was true. As you can see, I'm already a wee bit late. I meant to put this up much earlier. . . My apologies, if anyone is reading this.

Here's what happens when people visit Rachel Bucket out of the blue: Yes, Anne, that is 100% correct. Your point? Tranqqed tuna. Yes, you read right; Rachel's in the business of slipping her cat drugs when Ava's not around to do mind tricks. It's the only way to keep him from mauling people. The alternative is waking up in the spirit world. Hey, at least you'd finally find out who your parents are (and wether they willingly dumped you in the roughest city in the galaxy or not!). Also, for the record, this is where Doomdreg got the nickname "psycho death cat." The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints missionaries gave it to him. (He expresses his appreciation via physical violence, which is appropriate considering what the name actually is.) And now for our regularly scheduled Rachel to Ava haranguement about food storage. . .

This was a knockoff of Scott Adams's Loud Howard. Obviously. This one was also very Scott Adams inspired. I love how sometimes, his characters are very self aware. I mean, usually the "pompous windbag of this office" doesn't know he's the "pompous windbag of this office," and it's hilarious to hear him say it himself. . .