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"THE DEVIL MAY CARE" Opinions from the creator THE
POWER OF NET STRIPS- As a constant writer of screenplays, I never
really thought much of writing anything else. A few articles or reviews
here and there, maybe a few comic books down the line, nothing really
outside of the cinematic norm. Certainly never a comic strip. Certainly
never on a regular basis. Yet, here I am, writing an essay on why
I am doing that very thing. And it really all starts with an idea
I had back in Freshman year of highschool. My dork friends and I had
been planning on doing a comic book about our wacking adventures of
daily life in the Freshman Learning Center, an extension of the uber-intellectual
(a high school for jocks) Vero Beach High School. One of the names
for our comic book selves was Bob, Lord of Evil. It stuck with me,
and at this point I'm not sure whether I really did think of the name
myself or my friend did. He promises to kick my ass for stealing his
creation, so I suppose I did. Regardless, I always found that name
to be funny. Yes, it's obvious and a little juvenile. Yes, an idiot
could come up with it. But it always struck me as amusing. ' Bob'
is such an every man name. Your grocery store guy. The dude who details
your car. By attaching the 'Lord of Evil' it elevates a bland name
to something larger than life. So it stuck with me. When I began crafting
Bob's super secret orgin, it was for shits and giggles, and I basically
told anyone in ear shot about it. I never had a decent medium to tell
that story in, and basically, it hardly needed to be told. There
was nothing more to Bob than a vague idea of a concept that was, well,
weak. Time passes on. I start in on scripts and screenplays, and I
start getting semi good, I guess. I began reading up on the news and
keeping with current events, and just all the basic stuff that teenagers
normally don't care about, cause teenagers are really never involved,
and were a self involved bunch. Then it happened. Columbine. Nuff
said. I had some serious opinions on that incident, yet nobody was
quite ready to listen. And then it happens again. And again. And again.
So I get to thinking- what can I do? Do I make a drama about one of
these kids? Do I take the comedic route and spoof some of their follies
(interesting sidenote; I made Timmy's Little Math Problem, a film
about a homicidal maniac child before Columbine occured, thus I hold
myself semi responsbile)? How do I handle my stupid opinion about
this the gravest of matters. Then I remembered Bob. And I remembered
comic strips can tell a long running story and still be funny and
make a point. And I remembered how much free time I had. Bob, as far
as I'm concerned, has become a bit of a symbol for the way I see teenagers
nowadays. My hope is that other people see him the same way, share
a laugh, and maybe get my point. If not, then there's always the movies.
For now, I'm gonna make the best of the wacky world of web strips.
Here's hoping. Love and Strawberries, Robert Master e-mail us, won't you???-- bob_the_lord_of_evil@yahoo.com
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