It’s Thursday and you know what that means! Wait, it's not Thursday? Crap.
Well, normally I posted my commentary for the new Dear Dinosaur comics on Thursdays, but thanks to the mega-awesome Supreme announcement on Thursday, I thought I'd let that settle in for a few days. So, instead, you are getting a special Sunday dose of commentary for this week's strip, "One Night (Last) Stand!" You can read that here.
Last week our titular “hero” went out to the club with Trips and Rodney Raptor to pick up chicks—Dear Dinosaur’s first foray into the dating scene since his wife left him at the end of Volume II. This week, we see that Dear Dinosaur has gone home with the girl from last week and things are already going downhill for him.
This storyline was actually one of the first stories conceived for Dear Dinosaur when I first started making plans for the series. My wife and I roughed out two long-form stories—Dear Dinosaur quitting the strip (which happened in Volume I) and his wife leaving him (Volume II). Dear Dinosaur going back out on the dating scene and having a one-night stand was always part of the plan that we put together in January 2012.
I have way too much fun writing the strip whenever Dear Dinosaur is mean to his editor Ryan, who is obviously based upon me. That probably means something deep and disturbing, but whenever Dear Dinosaur lets loose on Ryan, I have a blast with the strip. This week was especially fun thanks to Dear Dinosaur “writing” the question for Ryan to read—so not only did he get to make jabs at me, but he he got to do so while asking for a favor.
In panel 2, I’m wearing a t-shirt for the fictional band “Mr. Moustache Ride.” Like most people, I tend to sing along to the radio while driving, but unlike most people, I also tend to get really into singing Depeche Mode in particular and when I do, I tend to sing all of the songs in a much more sexual manner than necessary. I often joke about how I missed my calling as the frontman to an unnecessarily erotic Depeche Mode cover band. The name of this band would obviously be “Mr. Moustache Ride.” At least, that was the name that I would have used had I not come up with the greatest way to make fake band names. Look at the scoreboard for the NBA on any given night and drop the plural from the first team listed. You’ll automatically get some great band names, like Thunder Raptors, Wizard Heat, Bull Hornets, etc. The best I’ve ever seen, though, is Bobcat Magic, which is the new name for my fake sexytime new wave cover band.
Next week this three part storyline closes out at as Krunch confronts both Dear Dinosaur and his unnamed new girlfriend. As you can imagine, things probably won’t go Dear Dinosaur’s way. Check back here on Thursday evening and I’ll post commentary on the strip!
Finally, this week’s strip, along with many others is for sale! If you’d like to buy the original 11 x 17 art, it’s only $10 plus $3 shipping anywhere in the US. Shoot me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org if you are interested!