I could spend several days, ten to twelve hours a day, working on some strips and never be happy with them. I am always looking for something light-years ahead of my ability, and keep dickering around with my work to try and achieve it. This is one of those cases where I had to stop and say, “Good enough.” I’m not a professional, and I have no professional aspirations at this point. Sometimes good enough is good enough.
On to the finer points of this strip. The second panel is chock full of little jokes. For those not familiar with the Cthulhu mythos, “Cthulhu fhtagn” is the short version of a chant. Its translation is supposed to mean, “Cthulhu waits” or, “Cthulhu sleeps”. “Catthulhu has fangs” is a pun on that, which directly ties in to the joke about Catthulhu sleeping on the world’s largest wireless station. Why is that a joke? The world’s largest wireless station would undoubtedly, in the early 1900s, be one of the warmest man-made devices. Its heat would be a Siren’s call to any cat.
The antenna is a bit atypical of the time, at least as far as I know. It is inspired by an antenna I see on I-78 in Eastern Pennsylvania. Anachronisms aside, I thought it looked neat. I even have considered the possibility that either Marconi or Tesla were members of the Cult of Catthulhu, but I doubt I’ll ever have time to explore that avenue.
We’re wrapping up soon. I envision two more Catthulhu strips, and one or two with modern-day Mary and Joelle to tie things up neatly.