TELO’S JOURNAL

To be honest I didn’t know what to think. Come along and enjoy the great, wide splendor of the ultimate weird. See the sights. Lose yourself in the buoyant ambivalence of it all. But don’t look back. And don’t forget your room key. Lucky that aphids will eat just about anything.

TRANSCRIPT

[Phido continues to lay prone with his tongue wrapped around the artifact. Stan notices and is lack of sympathy is ignored by Telo who is surprised to see the artifact on the other side of their unintended journey.]

STAN: Hey Kid. Wake your damn aphid so we can get moving. I’m not gonna be waiting around…

TELO: He’s got the artifact! I thought we’d LOST that.

STAN: Funny. It doesn’t seem to bother HIM.

TELO: This is normal to you?

8R4D’s Journal

You’d think with all the time I have on my hands — given the lack of structured employment space in which I currently seem to be existing — I’d be ahead of the game here. But no. Story plotted, but I’m taking these panels one week at a time here, folks. Read on.

The funny thing about trying to piece together a coherent story, parceled out to you — the reader — one dribble at a time, is that two issues rub up against each other. I hope I can avoid too much friction with the resulting non-suggestive, complete innocent, aforementioned rubbing but then it is something of a subtle dance. The issues: your attention span versus my attention span. Smack! There it is. Where you attention span is well-grounded in your ability to read current and past strips by flipping through the archives, mine is grounded in the invisible path ahead… and only the twain shall we meet. And if you don’t think that is a friction generating issue, then either I’m doing my job — or you’re not paying close enough attention.

This is Part 2 of 24 of Chapter Two | Originally Posted 2010-05-29