Chapter 16 | Page 10b: Stiff Competition

Lightning Lady tells her friend Miss Match all about finding her boyfriend in the arms of another woman — who also happens to be Lightning Lady!

Transcript

Evil Inc – April 3, 2024
By Brad J. Guigar

Panel 1

Narration: Evil Inc Breakroom, Some Time Later

Miss Match: "Wait... So, he was cheating on you with you??"
Lightning Lady: (Looks down, visibly distressed.)

Panel 2

Lightning Lady (narrating over a scene of a group of Alternate-Universe Lightning Ladies in Different Outfits and Styles): "It's a long story, but some time back*, Marquis teleported some alternate-universe versions of me. We thought we managed to get everyone home, but we musta missed one.”

*Evil Inc After Dark #16

Miss Match: "...So, you beat the stuffing outta her, right...?"

Panel 3

Lightning Lady: (Narrating a scene of her and Angus having a tender conversation.) "Just the opposite."
Lightning Lady: "Angus... you're a good guy. Losing Flashback left me scared to let another man into my life..."

Panel 4

(Lightning Lady talks to Angus While Alternate-Universe Lightning Lady Stands Beside Him)

Lightning Lady: "You deserve someone who can give herself to you completely. Someone like her."

Panel 5

Miss Match: "You... you gave up?!?"
Lightning Lady: "How am I supposed to compete with all of this?!" (Gestures at herself in exasperation.)

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On sixteen years of Wedded Bliss

Reposted from my Facebook page over the weekend:

On sixteen years of Wedded Bliss…

So, last night, my wonderful in-laws took the boys on a sleepover, and Caroline and I celebrated our anniversary with a date night. She found an incredible Mexican restaurant in South Philly, Plaza Garibaldi, and we toasted 16 fantastic years over margaritas. When I think about what I’m most thankful for, I’d have to say it’s Doctor Who on the BBC. In 1998, I was a guy with an upwardly mobile newspaper job. I left for work wearing a tie and suspenders every day. And, sure, I worked a night shift then, but I was going to be the Assistant Graphic Editor. And, then, the Graphics Editor. And after that… who knows? But it looked pretty damn sweet. Fast forward to Now. I go to work in jeans and a T-shirt. I call myself a cartoonist, for chrissakes. I self-publish books, sweat over stuff like shipping and Internet stats. I still work the night shift. And the day shift. And any other shift I can fit in there. When I’ve written something I think is funny, I’m insufferable. And when that doesn’t happen, I’m worse. And since the kids came along, we live in a frat house. My wife lives in fervent hope of getting through one meal — just one — without poop jokes. Or farts. Or fart jokes. Or a quote from Teen Titans Go. Or a round of 20 Questions — Which Marvel Villain Am I. Life is a whirlwind of school, homework, swimming lessons, choir, judo, did-we-pay-that-bill, did you remember to schedule this, what do you want from the grocery store, and when are we gonna find time for that. It’s questions like “do you think that’s pink eye?” and “does this look like mouse poop?” And that’s why I’m thankful for Doctor Who on the BBC. Because, if he were real… and if he showed up before she walked down the aisle 16 years ago… there’s nobody in their right mind who could fault her from stepping into the Tardis and getting the hell out. She’d still have time to build a life that would look more like the one she had in mind. But the good Doctor is on a sound stage in Wales. And we’re here in Philadelphia. Together. Happy. Healthy. Parents of a couple of beautiful kids. And as nuts about each other as we were 16 years ago. Maybe more.