Far Out There

So, because you clever, clever readers are very very clever, you pointed out something about this whole set up that I totally hadn’t considered: If the central character of Conventional Wisdom is me, and I’m the person who created Far Out There, then would the cast of Far Out There meeting the cast of Conventional Wisdom essentially mean the Far Out There characters were meeting GOD?

Well, the short answer is “No, because I wasn’t clever enough to think of that, and there’s no time to go back and rewrite everything.” But even if that wasn’t an issue, I probably wouldn’t have tried to go that route here, because that would get DEEEEEEEP fast. As was quite rightly pointed out, Layla would have some choice words for the sick freak who thought that destroying her entire life sounded like a good source of comedy. It’d be kinda hard to get into heavy stuff like that and still have this be a fun little holiday comic.

But that’s not even the real issue here. How ’bout the fact that I actually needed you guys to remind me this was even an issue? Apparently, I forgot that the main character in my AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL JOURNAL COMIC is actually supposed to be me. In my defense, though, that character isn’t ENTIRELY me. He experiences compressed/exaggerated versions of the events I go through, he says stuff right off the bat that I don’t even think of until hours after the fact, he’s surrounded at all times by a bunch of talking anthropomorphic creatures and I’m… not, and he can see through a pair of obviously opaque dinner plates strapped to his face. So you can see why I sometimes forget he’s supposed to be a representation of the actual me, right?

(Historical Notes: Looking back, I’m more interested in how badly Past Me wanted to make sure everybody noticed that Ichabod’s design had subtly changed from Cartoonist/Me’s design, to firmly establish once and for all that he’s NOT actually supposed to be me!)