Untitled: but not in a bot way

in my mind there's a version of dracula with leonard nimoy arthur holmwood, william shatner dr. seward, and deforest kelley quincey morris. so. that

Leonard Nimoy never gets to play romantic leads despite being a very handsome man. also, despite how unsettling it is when weaponized as Spock, he has a lovely smile. Holmwood is the least sketched of the three suitors and needs somebody who can bring complexity and deep, immediate, fuckable charisma to a not very there part.

William Shatner is insane. He also loves playing deeply weird little men and likes making deeply weird choices. This is played off in Star Trek (and entirely forgotten in the public imagination) but this is a man who is given a plotline involving Captain Kirk having a mental breakdown, getting paranoid, or turning evil every couple episodes. Shatner would absolutely be down to play a guy weighing the pros and cons of handing the guy-who-eats-stuff a kitten to see if he would eat that stuff. shatner would also enjoy giving line readings that sound like beat poetry for the phonograph sections.

Deforest Kelley’s Bones is not only a doctor. he is also, crucially, a southerner. (source: him asking for a mint julep in that one episode where they all get high and go straight to their basest desires.) he is also the dark horse sexy one of the bunch. you need someone with an immense amount of charisma who can pull off country charm and there is only one of these guys who can do it.

the path of wisdom is sometimes to hire a plumber.

"come again?"

"i learn more from thinking machine. human gender preference. attraction to same gender, means word 'gay.' all eridian same gender." rocky stands straight up. "rocky come out to grace now. all rocky plural gay, statement."

"...wow, that's... rock, i'm not sure it makes much sense to apply human ideas of sexual orientation to a monogendered species."

a long and judgmental pause. then:

- it’s fun to be awake & in an upright position

- consciousness is a gift

Here’s HSTHETE, the 24 hour comic I drew this year!  Thanks to everybody who followed along on twitter this weekend as I posted these pages <3

Today this woman called our information desk and said, “my son’s band is playing tonight. I want to come see him, but he never answers his phone…..I want to be there. Have you heard anything about his band?”

And I felt so bad for this lady but I’m not in the music scene around here so I had to tell her no, sorry.

Five hours later, I’m hiking and run into a group of guys setting up for some outdoor performance, and as I watch them unload the drums it hits me.

“Hey,” I said, “are y’all in a band?”

They said yeah and smiled and I told them “one of your moms called today. She wants to watch you play, but she can’t get a hold of you. Call your mom.”

And they all pulled out their phones and started discussing whose mom it probably was as they presumably dialed their own.

And now, unless we meet again and recognize each other, that’s who I’ll be forever to those guys–some mysterious courier for mom-messages who came out of the woods and told them their mom called.

I didn’t even tell them why their mom called me. Who am I to their mom?? Nobody even asked. They just took my word for it and called their mothers.