An old roommate, one of the people to whom this story is dedicated in fact, had a print of Van Gogh's Starry Night that we hung in the living rooom. One starry night, under the influence of substances some might call 'illegal', I saw in it very clearly a happy cartoon bug giant holding its own severed head. It was wearing a tuxedo. A decade and a half later, I still see it every time.
I have never seen that happy cartoon bug giant... But i have, however, seen a cat dragging a pencil...
ahem,, anyways, this color thing you have been doing sir..has grown on me.
*gasp! at the new avatar!* lol
Once again, the colour makes itself mandatory in this new book (a colourless Van Gogh? Come ON!) but I'm a bit worried at Andy trying to connect the stereo cables with at least two glasses of hallucination-inducing cheap whiskey behind the neck tie.
Interesting, too, that they did all that after the jam session that was due on day two last issue. (Hopefully, that is.)
Also interesting that they don't take Wiley with them into the "hotbox". It's not like he takes up a lot of space either. (Still, the thought of a smoking room - tobacco or other - right next to the kitchen makes me recoil with horror at the thought of cooking with that smell. Ugh.)
I'm also impressed at Andy's restraint - he held on three solid days without bedding a girl? Such willpower.
Oh, and Peter looks almost beaten here - his right side is hardly developed while Christo's pawns are already on Peter's side of the board, plus Peter's king looks quite unprotected. I sure hope that bishop move prepares a castling on the left side ... No wonder Peter looks grouchy. For some reason, his eyes seem to have a greenish tinge in that last panel.
(Oh, and tomorrow I'm off on holiday. I'll be leaving you alone for two solid weeks; enjoy it while it lasts.)