CLS-79-MARCHOS!
CARL'S LARGE STORY PAGE 79!
Put your arms down! I've been going like a freight train the past couple days. I feel like I always start months strong and peter out near the end. I am in like da lions, out lika da lambs. A no-prize goes to anyone who calls me Marchos the next time they see me. And, in case your wondering, a no prize is me raising my fists screaming no, while Justin gets it on awesome craneshot.
Perhaps the worst prize ever? Wait and see! MARCHOS!
THIS FRIDAY!! CLS 80!! I wasn't kidding. TWICE A WEEK!!!
Put your arms down! I've been going like a freight train the past couple days. I feel like I always start months strong and peter out near the end. I am in like da lions, out lika da lambs. A no-prize goes to anyone who calls me Marchos the next time they see me. And, in case your wondering, a no prize is me raising my fists screaming no, while Justin gets it on awesome craneshot.
Perhaps the worst prize ever? Wait and see! MARCHOS!
THIS FRIDAY!! CLS 80!! I wasn't kidding. TWICE A WEEK!!!
posted by Marcos Perez at
8:32 AM
2 Comments:
There's almost something Godardian about these last two pages, dude. Emotional, epic montage. Orchestra stings from panel to panel.
The follow up should be Carl's Contempt. One-armed pushups and sudden classical statues.
Well just when I thought this rainy Marchos weather was going to have me down, I find out Carl is movin' on up to 2 days a week!
At first I thought Justin said your panels were Edwardian...now that is something I would like to see...
and just as Wikipedia has described it "The Edwardian period is often regarded as a romantic Golden Age of long summer afternoons, garden parties and big hats—"
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