Melody has all the hips in that first panel. If I didn't have a definite and known preference for brunettes, I would be inclined to, as the kids say, "hit that like the fist of an angry god." I'm not sure when sexual congress and divine smiting first became interlinked by the magic of the simile, but the resultant image is powerful and expressive. Considering my personality, however, I would probably be more likely to (employing Simile Magic™ once again) "stroke that gently, like the hand of a god who is kind of embarrassed by the whole business and would really just like to cuddle, thank you very much."

I'm also really digging the expression that stays on Quin's face throughout this strip. I rarely have need for the word, but I believe that "taciturn" would be the best way to describe it. It's the sort of expression one would expect on a government agent as he approaches, wanting to have a few quiet words about that object in the sky the other night that was really just swamp gas refracting the light from Venus. Seeing it on Quin just tickles me.

Anyway, I'm sure you're all wanting an explanation for why Kent is worried about Brighton. Rest assured that it is forthcoming--at least in part. It feels like the right time to bring it up in the context of the comic, and I've learned to listen to my gut while engaging in writerly pursuits. My subconscious is actually a much better writer than I am, you see. While I'm reading, sitting there giggling at a pune, or play on words (in, say, a Terry Pratchett novel), my subconscious mind is actually taking note of story structure, plot advancement, word choice, syntax, rhythm, and all that rot that my consciousness can't be bothered with because it's busy being entertained. Then my subconscious decides to let me in on its knowledge a little bit at a time through flashes of intuition. It's an arrangement that works out quite well, when I let it.

I am now five episodes into G Gundam, and I have to say that it's refreshing to watch a show with giant robots that is not rife with psychological suffering and existential uncertainty. Also, the average bustline in G Gundam has about two cup sizes on that of Neon Genesis Evangelion, which doesn't hurt. But by far my favorite thing about G Gundam is how willing it is to not only include over-the-top action and characters, but to run with them. I can only imagine there was a writer somewhere who thought to himself, "Wouldn't it be cool if a giant robot could perform a hadouken? 'Yes' is the answer!" And it's that sort of approach that pushes the show straight through the sticky realm of the ridiculous and into a blazing hot universe of pure, unstoppable awesome.

It's one of the kinds of storytelling I'd like to master, someday. I'm a sucker for the epic, the melodramatic, and the over-the-top. If only G Gundam had lesbians in, it would include all the things that I love about the world.