April 1st, 2009
Tags: Canada, crying, Holbrook, moral indecision, oral sex, sex
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April 15th, 2009 at 9:09 am
Even the Russian spam robots don’t want to comment on this one… Some background. This comic was intended to be a parody of 90s-era misery-guts confessional comics that were making some waves at the time. I think Scott McCloud joked in his book Making Comics that a lot of these comics seemed to originate in Canada. I call this era and genre the Canadian indy wave for that reason. Anyway after a panel or two I decided I didn’t want to do a parody, and play it straight instead. I think the confessional genre suits comics quite well. The details are often very personal and probably would be considered ‘too much,’ but having all the characters as drawings adds a bit of comfort and familiarity that other media lacks. What do you think?
The pub in panel one is the Riverina Hotel in Holbrook, on the Hume Highway about half way between Melbourne and Sydney. I stayed there on Melbourne Cup Day 2008, on my way back from Melbourne where I had just attended the Armageddon Pop Culture Expo. It’s a great pub, I highly recommend it. Clean, friendly, reasonably-priced, and old fashioned as you can see. It’s easy to find, on the main drag of town. The dinner menu is quite good, parking is plentiful. They didn’t have breakfast, but there is a bakery across the road that does a bang-up bacon and eggs with toast. Being Cup Day, there were a lot more people in the pub than usual, mostly blokes. I had a small concern that my wallet would not bring smiles to people’s faces, but on the contrary, everyone was in far too good a mood to worry about that. In fact everyone I met was friendly! I always forget that country people seem a lot friendlier and open to talking with strangers than fearful, giraffe wallet-toting city people like me.