Out There: Doonesbury for Beauty School Bimbos

Complacent With Mediocrity, R.C. Monroe Grants Us a Look At His Life

R. C. Monroe's Out There walks into a bar, and says to the bartender "I'd like a terrible webcomic." The bartender says "here you are" and hands him a mirror. Yeah, I know it's not a very good joke, but it was designed as an example rather than something to make you laugh. You see, it's the kind of writing I've come to expect from a comic like Out There, a comic so bland that it makes Blondie look like The Watchmen.

Out There is basically what happens when the valedictorian as the local beauty school decides to make a webcomic, based solely on the fact that they read Doonesbury in the newspaper, liked how it looked but the jokes went over their head. In fact, Out There LOOKS like a crappy knockoff of Doonesbury, and it's formatted like a crappy knockoff of Doonesbury, it just lacks the political satire that made Doonesbury tolerable. Instead, Out There focuses on things the author knows well, like "being an alcoholic" and "being a tramp." Unfortunately, the drunken sex exploits of a twenty-something get old pretty fast, especially since nothing is ever shown. The protagonist's raging alcoholism is never seriously addressed, beyond a friend saying "haha oh you drink too much," and nothing ever happens beyond that. I know I'M glad that this comic isn't trying to force some anti-alcoholism agenda down my throat; if I want to get drunk and beat the hell out of my kids, that's my prerogative.

I Wish My Legs Were Detachable...

I know I've said it before, but Out There is a visual knock-off of Gary Trudeau's work in Doonesbury, but without a clear grasp on anatomy or a clear plan on differentiating characters. The key feature used to distinguish one person from another is the hair, since all body types are generally the same, and clothing is generic and featureless. In fact, this indicates an excessive amount of inspiration taken from Dominic Deegan, though the problem isn't as drastic as that. If you were to remove all hair from every character's face, it would be nigh-impossible to pick out specific people. Characters have few expressions that aren't half-lidded eyes paired with an open mouth. When Monroe does decide to use a wide-eyed expression, the result is generally bizarre and freakish, and ultimately unsettling. The black & white coloring does nothing to generate interest, and the comic would benefit a lot by being in color, or at least grayscale, in order to give the user something interesting to look at in this miserable webcomic.

There's Always One Ironic Panel in Every Webcomic

The writing is also an awful Doonesbury knock-off, in the sense that each strip and plot is structured just like Trudeau would write the 'bury. Unfortunately, Monroe has failed to realize that Doonesbury is done this way because it's a political satire comic, which Out There is decidedly not. In the case of OT, there is no satire, which means each strip should at least offer something interesting to hook new readers. As it is, Out There reads like a long-winded novel with small illustrations under each line of dialogue. Every strip fails to contain anything resembling a joke, and each page instead ends with something that attempts to convey finality but falls short in some significant way. When two characters engage in an intimate situation, nothing is really explored in their characters beyond the shallow characterization that Monroe has already given them. Instead of wallowing in what we already know about these characters, how about delving into their personalities once in a while? You can't attempt to have a comic with one continuous plot, without any meaningful plot development. Even Garfield had a few story arcs that looked deeper into Garfield's character once in a while (before it got homogenized into oblivion). Monroe treats his story like a nature hike where he is pointing out all the interesting things on the trail, but not letting you actually see them for yourself.

Out There is really one of the worst webcomics I've read in a long while. It's even bad at being bad, instead being that insufferable kind of dull that makes it difficult to even form a coherent opinion about. You can easily see the effort put into the comic, and its half-hearted. Monroe has given us a comic developed by simply applying ethereal silly putty to Doonesbury, and rubbing out all the politics before pressing it on to paper. Its characters are as shallow as they come, incapable of submerging the smallest of minds. In the end we are given the most drab, boring and droll webcomic in existence, R. C. Monroe's Out There. I only wish it was out there, and not in here where I am. Read more→

Count Your Sheep (Before They Hatch)

In order to reach the most number of people, one has to offend the least number of people. This is the cornerstone of print comics, where a slightly offensive comic strip is equal to about ten thousand letters to the editor. This is, of course, because newspapers are read primarily by the elderly, who get morally outraged over immigrants taking our jobs, even though they don't have jobs to be taken. Unfortunately, the younger generation often takes offense at unoffensiveness, which is why they turn to the Internet for laughs and laffs alike. And since the elderly can't use the Internet, webcomics don't require inoffensiveness for readership. Therefore, it's eternally baffling when a webcomic DECIDES to be inoffensive. This is the story of, among several others, Count Your Sheep.

CYS follows the saccharine exploits of a single mother, her 5-year-old daughter, and an imaginary sheep, a hallucination induced by sleeping pill abuse and mild psychosis as a result of a dead husband/father. Together, they engage in childish mischief rivalling Dennis the Menace, followed by the mother's stern disapproving gaze not unlike Hagar the Horrible's fat wife. There is also a lot taken from Calvin and Hobbes in terms of political and cultural topics, but the majority of inspiration comes from Garfield (post 1990s variation). Jokes about coffee, doctor's visits, monday mornings and sleeping all the time permeate the comic strip like marijuana smoke in the back of the Mystery Machine.

Even though he's inspired by some of the most prominent inoffensive comic strips around, Adrian Ramos still manages to fail writing a decent-yet-bland joke more often than not. Often giving punchlines that don't follow the premise, and others will suffer from a convoluted and strange set-up. Sometimes, the entire joke is just a massive trainwreck that misses its target and instead hits a busload of orphans. Others still have no joke at all. Most of Ramos's jokes fail to do their job of providing basic humor without the kick of edginess, and I have a feeling that adding in a sharp edge would still result in dull jokes.

When writing an overarching subplot for CYS, Ramos often neglects exposition and introduction to the narrative, and the stories end up feeling disjointed and sparse. I expect that this is Ramos acknowledging that he is incapable of coming up with a suitable joke to fit these situations, but rather than making a conscious effort and improving himself to counter his flaws, he avoids them and ends up with a story that's more threadbare than the carpet in a grass hut. Ultimately the plot isn't hindered by this emptiness, but it sure isn't enhanced, and it certainly isn't sufficient.

One thing that you might have noticed if you were astute is the predominant melancholic monochrome color scheme that saturates the site. Since it doesn't really cost more to print in color on the web, Ramos had to find a way to emulate this aspect of his newspaper inspirations without going the cheap route of simply not coloring his comic. The monochrome appearance creates the illusion of coloration, without giving up the newspapery feel of cheap production. The persevering blueness gives CYS a drab and monotonous overtone that makes it difficult to enjoy the sweet, simple humor as it's mangled for us by Ramos.

Count Your Sheep is as bland and uninteresting as any comic strip you'll find in a newspaper, only it has the added benefit of the low, low readership only found in webcomics. Adrian Ramos has a tendency to take the safe route when confronted with obstacles, and never challenges himself to improve his techniques. If he did, he might one day find himself between Gasoline Alley and Apartment 3-G, but until he does he will simply wallow in the mire that is the Internet, writing forced dialog and rigid catchphrases ("I should count sheep" isn't exactly going to sell t-shirts). If you want to be put to sleep, you don't need to count sheep, just read Count Your Sheep, and you'll be snoring before you can say "this is boring." Read more→