Before we get started explaining today's insanity, I wish to make a statement to all of our loyal readers who may have gotten the wrong impression: We do not think that Penny Arcade stole the name of last Thursday's Crooked Gremlins comic for their Friday comic. It is doubtful that those guys know who we are, and even if they did it's not like they have to search long and hard for comic-naming talent. It was just a freak coincidence that proves nothing about anything, especially the existence of higher powers or the idea that we are all somehow interconnected.
Labyrinth was an important part of my childhood. It made me fall in love with girls and movies, two forces that would have a massive influence on what kind of person I would eventually become. A young, fresh faced Jennifer Connelly was youthful innocence incarnate, staying forever in my adolescent mind and helping me bud into young adult-hood.
So the scene at the end of Requiem For A Dream? Yeah. That's the day the child inside me died. In case anyone was wondering.
Paul claims to have had a similar relationship with the movie, which brings to mind an interesting thought about the human condition. We each have our own individual experiences, and even though they can be shared with others we always imagine that no one else really appreciates them in the way that we do, that somehow our individual experiences are sacred and no others may truly know them.
I feel the same way about Douglas Adams books and Eddie Izzard comedy routines, which ironically is a sentiment shared by the contributors of The Salmon of Doubt. If you're a fan of Adams, I recommend it heartily.
The production of the next two comics will unfold in an interesting manner, so stay tuned. I'm going to California for some work-related stuff next week, so don't be alarmed if/when you see Paul's melted brain appear on the site. In fact, someone bring a bucket to help him keep track of it all.
I would offer you my bucket, but then where would I keep all my fluids?