So THIS is what consistency feels like As mentioned last Friday, today not only resolves our weekend cliffhanger (and aren’t you glad they got someone who looks slightly more like a trained professional to remove the tracer from Marlowe?) but marks our 25th strip. Now, that may not sound like many to you, but seeing as how we only do three a week, that seems like a lot.
Also, it’s about 23 more than we really expected to do, to be honest with you.
Anyway, now’s as good a time as any to introduce your friends, family, neighbors, coworkers, mortal enemies or total strangers to the wonder of the Monkeyproject. And while you’re at it, be sure and sign up for the forums and join us for loosely moderated fun and hilarity. It’s almost as if we’re trying to establish a sense of community among our readers or something.
Almost.
Go Marlowe, it’s yo birfday, we gon’ party like it’s yo birfday…
This is one of my favorite times of the year, what with all the upsets and shockers that you NEVER see coming. I mean, come on, who thought Dawn of the Dead could knock off the current #1, The Passion of the Christ? I mean, sure, I was rooting for them, but I had Jesus going all the way in my brackets. But that’s the thing about those plucky Zombies; you can never really count them out.
If anything, we should have known the Zombies could pull it out after the incredible performance they put on in the Zombie/Shark play-in game. (Warning: This link leads to boobies.) Shark was a clear favorite going in, but it overlooked Zombie, and that’s all the opening they need.
Who knows what the upcoming rounds hold? Are the Zombies a legitimate contender, with the ability to go all the way? I certainly hope so, because if they can find a way to hang on, it sets up some interesting match-ups down the road. Zombies/Wizards, anyone? And of course, the winner of that one has to go up against the hands-down preseason favorite in the finals: Irradiated Spiders.
And Jesus certainly has nothing to hang His head about. This year’s improbable run was easily His best showing in years, and with The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe coming out next year, He should be a presence in next’s year’s tourney.
Also, Kentucky really earholed my brackets. Bah.
Send more cops
Here’s another rough snippet from the first novel:
A Touch Wild
“Ravel, I must give you a gift,” the Elil with him said, “It will help you through the night. Your Sign was made at the time of the Bleeding to help the Lost. It has tools to protect and help. I must unlock one of these. It will not be pleasant though.”
The demons were getting closer. “Anything would be good. Do what you must.”
There was no hesitation. A pain shot through his eyes and he screamed. “It will be easier next time, and painless the next. The Others unlock for the Lost. It is … an advantage.”
The landscape was on fire. Where night had covered the hills, it was now bright red and textured. After a moment the fire died down, but it was day in the midst of the night, color was absent and everything was shades of silver except the stars. The stars were blue and red and yellow and green and orange, distinct and brilliant. He could see other things he had not seen before: dark smoke massing in the air all around him that could only be the demons, and a dim band of changing color circled his waist.
Ravel did not question this gift. He could see his path and the demons. He could see an escape. The demons had homed in on his screech and were in pursuit. He could hear their hungry rasps as each veered toward him.
There was play their voices. He recognized now the difference between the chase on the ridge and this hunt. They had been toying with a fresh piece of game then, hungry yet not strong enough to take the prize. They knew how to wait a little while it seemed and now the wait was over.
Here was the prey in the open. Here was the hunt. Ravel began to run. The earth was vibrant before him, silver boulders and shrub brush all around him. The demons glided after him in whirling smoke patterns.
He ducked down into a ditch as a black shape whipped overhead, unable to change course. It seemed to grow clearer as forced itself around. Others came pouring after him as he scrambled to his feet in the other direction. A quick dodge to his left sent four shapes streaming past his ear, pulling up a quarter mile away.
Ravel continued at a trot. The first one he dodged was finally getting turned around. A reddish haze marked the form’s heading as it focused in on him and another change of direction left the demon reeling past again.
As he cut back and forth across the terrain, Ravel prayed his new sight and knowledge of the demons movement would preserve his strength across the miles ahead.
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In all the excitement of making webcomics and writing pithy blog posts, I plumb forgot about Alyson Hannigan’s 30th birthday yesterday.
Alyson, as many of you may know, played Willow Rosenberg for seven years on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (Which is beloved above all other programs around here, as you may have noticed by now.) Willow started out as a shy nerdy type, super-smart but unsure of herself, only to end the series as a more confident, ultra-powerful, super sexy lesbian witch. THAT’S character development, people. Others may know her as Michelle, the kinky band geek from the American Pie trilogy. And while she may have married Alexis Denisof (Wesley Wyndam-Pryce on, you guessed it, Buffy and Angel), I still love her and will wait as long as I have to before she comes around and admits her love for me. For ME, I say!!!
Oh, sorry, what? I blacked out for a second there. Anyway, happy belated birthday, Aly.
Also, today is Lark Voorhies’ 30th birthday. Lark, you may recall, played Lisa Turtle on the seminal afterschool classic Saved By the Bell. She was most famous for being neither Tiffani-Amber Thiessen nor Elizabeth Berkley nor Leah Remini, (or even Tori Spelling, for that matter) and served to basically teach us all that every group of pals needs a token hot black friend. And also, for being mean to Screech. That bitch. So, I guess, happy birthday to you too, nerd-hater.
It’s alright, ’cause I’m saved by the bell
If you want to see what a couple of the recent strips look like in color, page back through the them or go straight to last Monday’s or the Monday before that. I think you’ll find our gun doctor even more festive than before. And another this one from 4 Wednesdays ago.
…and there was color.
Let me tell you what Melba Toast is packin’ right here, alright. As you probably noticed, today’s strip pays tribute to that stoner classic, Dazed and Confused. The reason? Because it was the last thing I watched before I went over to Monkeyproject Central to work on the script, and when I found out that our heroes would be playing pool in today’s strip, well, O’Bannion’s speech at The Emporium immediately came to mind. After that, bookending the strip with another favorite line was a no-brainer. (And for a bunch of alleged super-geniuses, we sure do like no-brainers.)
Anyway, just be glad Comedy Central was showing a good movie for a change. Otherwise, today’s strip would have been all Animal Face-Off jokes. Stupid Discovery Channel and their stupid metal animal fights…
Fry like bacon, you little freshmen piggies! FRY!




