As it was a surprise for me to get a new, longer strip for VOL. 2 No. 2, it was a pleasant surprise for me to have only pages of dialogue with no splitting into panels whatsoever. So, once again, I got to kind of “direct” the strip. things like Condom motioning with the huffing can and bag or Cigarette painting a portrait of the Angry Baby Koala (whom he must subconsciously miss, they were roommates for a time) and chucking the palette under the easel when the conversation gets involved.
Not to mention that VOL 2 thus far has had several all-digital elements, the most notable this time around being the River Pig himself – drawn entirely on an iPad with a WaCom Stylus. The original Dos Factotum run (Volume) was designed around scanned pen drawings and clips from stock photos. Now, it’s evolving into a “style” and since I’m not really doing much other graphic work all by my lonesome, I guess I’m evolving it into “my style.”
Which is surprising me as much as you.
ANYWAY, I’m surprised you read this. The comic is pretty long.
Thanks for scrolling.
Looks like Dos Factotum doesn’t die.
See, I wanted to make a book, but Ryan was all like: “Books are stupid, we live in the future!” and orgasmed over a pile of Kindles and Nintendo 3DS’s that he’d stolen from local children.
By now you’ve scrolled to the bottom of the comic and realized that we’re no longer binding ourselves to a three-column format. One could say these were designed to be PAGES. IN A BOOK.
But, hey, they make pretty for the web anywho.
I think naming these things makes sense. In a Ziggy Stardust, Marilyn Manson sort of way.
Dos Factotum is winding down the Ninth and second consecutive near-forgotten season. Currently, Ryan and I are leaving each other alone, which suggests a brilliant Season 10 to come.
Are they ever going to kill that chicken?
See you tomorrow with more evidence that I really suck, because all I needed to do was sign on to post already-finished strips…
Dave here, and it turns out there are a lot of live poultry stores in Brooklyn. At least in the ghetto neighborhoods I live in, not the fancy Bored To Death neighborhoods or the Russian neighborhoods in Brooklyn’s Finest.
Here’s the closest live poultry store to me – it’s next to my laundromat:
This is the penultimate Dos Factotum season, and there are only 23 comics left in the whole shebang!
24, 24, Twenty-Four more Dos Factotum comics to go before we kill condom and cigarette in a hail of fire!
Ok. We might not kill them.
This is the penultimate Dos Factotum season. See you Wednesday.
Or not huzzah. Honestly, yesterday was pretty shitty. Long day at work, short tempers, not a lot of sleeps. Maybe today will be better. Maybe today is the day I stop pluralizing sleeps.
It’s the penultimate season of Dos Facotum and the next one resumes our regularly scheduled programming on Saturday!
25 to go until the end of Season 10, or something like that.
But here’s your comic.
See you tomorrow for more adventures in Chowder!
It’s the penultimate season of Dos Factotum!
26 to go till that sweet, sweet conclusion.