Chapter 16 | Page 10a: Type casting

Posted on April 1, 2025 by Brad Guigar

Transcript

Evil Inc – April 1, 2024
By Brad J. Guigar

Panel 1:
(Lightning Lady stands at the doorway, hands on hips, addressing Angus, who looks shocked and hesitant.)
Lightning Lady: "Don't just stand there, impersonating a guppy... Invite me in!"
Angus: "I... I..."

Panel 2:
(Lightning Lady confidently steps inside while Angus still looks uncertain.)
Lightning Lady: "Don't be so dramatic. I was in the neighborhood, so I dropped by..."

Panel 3:
(A voice calls from inside the apartment. Angus turns toward it, while Lightning Lady looks on.)
Voice from inside: "Angus, sweetie... Your breakfast is getting cold!"

Panel 4:
(Lightning Lady looks furious, her mask reflecting her anger.)
Lightning Lady: "You bastard. All this time you said you were OK with us taking things slow..."

Panel 5:
Voice from inside: "Just tell her you're sorry for getting carried away, and promise it won’t happen again!"
(Sound effect as Angus slaps his forehead: smak)

Panel 6:
(Lightning Lady storms toward the source of the voice, determined.)
Lightning Lady: "That does it! I think I’d like to meet this bimbo! Let’s see how she compares to me!"

Panel 7:
(The "other woman" is revealed to be an alternate-universe version of Lightning Lady, wearing a casual oversized t-shirt that reads: "Between the covers is where the magic happens." She looks at Lightning Lady with mild amusement. Angus stands between them, looking awkward.)
Lightning Lady: "OK... You have a type."

On sixteen years of Wedded Bliss

Posted on October 6, 2014 by Brad Guigar
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.