Once again, Brock keeps the twists and surprises coming. I mean, here we have two versions of Swifty in the same place at the same time and not a single “@#$%!” was uttered! Unbelievable!
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At least this life lesson come from another Swifty! <3
Good thing too; he may dismiss it as bunk from anyone else.
I can think of one or two other Fogeys Swifty might listen to, but you’re basically right.
Okay. You know, this is probably the first strip I feel genuinely backs up the theory folks have presented that the “Earth Avalon” fogeys really are a great deal better at heroing than our main line bunch. It is simply so -odd- seeing any version of Swifty that has come to terms with his age and mortality. The maturity carried in this conversation is impressive. Well done.
True story: I had a completely different conversation in mind before I wrote this strip. I thought I knew how these two Swifties would talk to each other and included all of the snark you’d expect… but when I actually went to write it something very different came out. It was actually really weird. I feel less in control of these characters all the time.
Oh don’t worry about it. You were never in control.
Hard truths, Professor. Hard truths.
Oh please. You can call me Isaac.
It’s about time something made Swifty stop talking and start thinking.
Swifty would argue he’s the ONLY one who does any thinking.
Alternate universe Swifty has obviously never experienced the benefits of space pig urine.
In what other comic strip would a comment like that not sound creepy?
None comics. The answer is: none comics.
You’re welcome.
With two Swiftys, the “@#$%!” is implied.
So very true.
On a side note, it’s true. A lot of people who shouldn’t retire often do die suddenly the moment they do.
I’ve seen it happen. Or, if they don’t die, they wither terribly.
This is…Good. True. Real. It’s so, so…dammitall, I’m going for a bike ride.
I did some hiking last week. Good reminder that I’m getting older and don’t do that sort of thing often enough. I pretty much swore off bikes after I used one as my only form of transportation for two solid years, but I may need to get back on.
Only two years? You pansy! I’ll soon be celebrating a full three years of biking.
I love it, personally. It makes me feel so very much ALIVE!
Weightlessness as winds start to blow the bike out from under me.
Flight when I turn too sharply on loose gravel.
Supremacy riding through the rain.
Conquest after managing eight miles of hills, in thirty minutes.
Pain, when a shoulder dislocates in the middle of the night.
These are the sensations that keep me going; I’m an adrenaline junkie, I can admit that.
Y’give me a big bag of candy and I can go full throttle for about 60 hours before dropping from exhaustion. I don’t much like to go for that long without sleep, but oh man what a thrill it was, the one time that I did.
It was the best of speed,
it was the worst of speed,
it was the age of heroes,
it was the age of villains,
it was the epoch of brains,
it was the epoch of imbecility,
it was the season of those who fight for the Light,
it was the season of those who dwell in Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was the winter of despair,
we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Valhalla, we were all going direct to Avalon — in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil…once, twice, thrice, in the superlative degree of comparison only…
There’s a whole comic in that. Perhaps this one, from the beginning to now.
Bravo.
(With apologies to Chas. Dickens.)
Okay, this is cool. I can’t wait for you to see the rest of this chapter. Marc came up with the title of this strip, so I can’t say this passage by Mr. Dickens was ever on my mind, but you’ve adapted it wonderfully.
Well, when the strip is named “A Tale of Two Swifties”, it’s a pretty obvious connection. But yes, it just sort of flowed, and works well.
What Brock said. This be beautiful. I’d like to read more poetry than what I do currently; I think I’ll start reading a piece from me books, each night before bed…help to settle down from the thrill of living life.
Speaking of which…2:23AM here. G’night everybody.