As was pointed out in the comments, I am not the first cartoonist to use a sentient bottle of booze in a strip. So it goes. I still like the idea of vodka making someone’s life hell. A bit like the strip of The Gun That Runs Around Killing People By Itself. Inanimate objects are funny when anthropomorphic.
Again, sorry about the fuckup. I was so neck-deep in preps for A-Kon, I screwed up and forgot to upload the strip for last Thursday, and scheduled the others on the wrong days. I discovered this last night, while we were throwing on hell of a booze-soaked afterparty, and had to try to bumble my way through fixing it. I’d have just rolled with it, but the strip that was left out IS important to upcoming strips.
A-Kon has come and gone, and as always, it was an exhausting thrill ride. We’ve been doing this con for the last 8 years as vendors, and I’ve been attending it before that as a simple plebe since the mid-1990s. This is the 4th venue change the convention has seen – first year at the Hilton Anatole, which is an ungodly-huge hotel.
As always, the first year at the new venue was a gigantic clusterfuck. Nobody knew where anything was, what the rules were, or what they could get away with. This is expected. It still rocked face. A-Kon is swiftly becoming one of the biggest comics/anime/nerd stuff conventions in the nation, and we always love seeing the fans, doing the panels, hanging out with the various other comic pros we only see once per year, and generally raising hell. Oh, and making fat stacks of cash. Let us not gloss over the fat stacks of cash.
We also always take the Monday after A-Kon off from our day jobs, so we can shift gears and go back to work without feeling aggro. I have spent the entirety of today nursing a 4-day hangover, playing with pictures of the con, and working on comics slowly. Recuperating.
And we don’t have to do this again for… uh. 7 weeks. When we attend Comic Con International in San Diego.
Oh… god help us all…
Only rich women on diets drink clear liquor.
Laphroaig all the way.
Nyet!
why do I expect the bottle to tell him to “have a nice day” like FPSRussia?
perhaps I watch too much youtube.
Too much! Nyet! No be beech!
Boy needs a slightly smaller ushanka. Still, I like the way it slides down over his face. Magical journey of Soviet freedom! Forward, to the Radiant Future!
Work the mixup into your artistic expression. Much like the day after a night of Comrade Wodka, you have to go searching for the part of the story you missed in order to get back on track with everything, much like many will have to do with the phantom comic.
Voila, instant hook.
So apparently there are two things that can make one speak in a bad Russian accent like Boris Badenov: drinking vodka, and being near a Mosin-Nagant.
When are you guys going to do an East Coast con? There’s always a good one in (I think) Hunt Valley, MD some friends of mine frequent.
Most of our cons are local to Dallas, or Texas. Here’s why:
– Merch shipping out of state is expensive.
– We both have day jobs, and can only take so much time off.
– Most out of state cons aren’t offering to host us as guests (which means giving us a free table/hotel room).
Put simply, every convention is a gamble – you might end up not making enough money to justify going. We will gladly do out-of-state conventions, provided they also invest in us. A free table, at the very least. Free table and hotel room is better – we’re not picky, they can put us up like Aggiecon did years ago at a Motel 8 fleabag place that stinks of cigarettes and dead hookers. That’s fine. Free room and free table means that the con has a vested interest in us doing well.
If you want to see us at a convention that’s close to you, get on that convention’s message board or email, and pester them to get us as guests. We’re remarkably flexible, provided those requirements are met – and although we are legendary as party hardy rockers at a con, you will be hard pressed to find any convention that has anything bad to say about having us show up. We know how to please the crowd, and we abide by the rules of the convention.
One caveat – if anyone wants us to attend Yulecon, don’t bother asking them about us. We bought a table a few years back, and the experience was so awful we cancelled after the first day of the show.
Gotcha – thanks! I’ll keep that in mind and put the bug in a few ears that you guys would be an awesome addition.
You caught the slip-up, posted the missing page, it filled in the continuity, but I didn’t really notice any hiccup without it (I’ve had relationships go from bad to worse THAT quick).
Just noticed in panel 2 the tiny talking Lenin head, from which all these words are coming forth; makes more sense now (as much as ANY talking bottle of booze can). At least he’s being safe, not mixing his two favorite Russian things, the vodka, and his Mosin-Nagant. What’s that saying, 8 hours between the jigger and the trigger? So… doing the math, he’s useless at the gun shop for about 40 hours! (Do they have any guns in yet? My local Wally World finally has enough 7.62*39 to feed my poor starving AK! That’s only TWO magazines’ worth of Happy Dance time!)
what happens in soviet gambling house, stays in soviet gambling house.
Have not done Wodka in 25 years. Did, however, drink Kool-Aid of Glorious Soviet Motherland on Sunday, when I acquired a 1942 Ижевский 91/30.
Is good, komrade. In Soviet Russia never apologize. Is sign of weakness.
The “sentient sin” is an old plot device. I remember “Doonesbury” had Mr. Butts, Mr. Jay, Mr. Brewski, and Mr. Dum-Dum.
If I thought you would have the time, I would take you both to a nice indoor range here in San Diego followed by a premium steak at a hidden gem of a steakhouse called “The Turf Supper Club”. As it is, I’ll see you at the ‘Con!
Only 5 shots? He is weaksauce!