I’m absolutely thinking too hard about this one. Mid-comic writing, I just had this sudden, irresistible urge to draw Yoink riding an atomic bomb, Major Kong style. No context, no joke for it to be the punchline too, just Yoink straddling a weapon of mass destruction from a cold war dark comedy. The weird thing, well, weirdER thing, is that I actually found myself really TRYING to find a deeper meaning, like a psychiatrist trying to interpret a crazy child’s therapy doodles. Is it a subconscious expression of fear over Conventional Wisdom’s shift away from big, out-of-state cons to smaller local ones? Am I afraid I’m destroying this comic by changing how it operates? Or is it an even deeper expression of pessimism over my ambitions of professional cartooning in general and the entire shaky state of making a living over the internet? Is my repressed revulsion over various unsavory aspects of the convention scene expressing itself in a fantasy of lashing out in apocalyptic violence? …is it all about our precious bodily fluids? Heck, I almost made THAT the comic, me on a couch while all the other mascots probe the comic for deeper meaning… but I never could come up with an actual payoff for all that setup. Because, in the end, I really did just draw the thing because I thought Yoink riding a bomb looked cool. And it looks even cooler with the background. I should stop thinking so much.
That said, I AM annoyed that I couldn’t find the actual photograph used as the background in the Dr. Strangelove scene, like, without Slim Pickens in front of it. I guess Kubrick had it destroyed after filming, probably so they could use the ashes on the Moon landing set.