Relatively anchored

[Ruedii-X]

<!--QuoteBegin-NHJ BV+Feb 28 2005, 03:23 AM--> <table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'><b>Quote:</b> (NHJ BV @ Feb 28 2005, 03:23 AM)</td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'> <a href='http://www.ozyandmillie.org/2005/om20050228.html' target='_blank'>http://www.ozyandmillie.org/2005/om2005 ... r><br>This storyarc can only become fantastic from now on. If it is a full arc, that is, but Isolde must be up to <i>something</i> <!--emo&:P--><img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... tongue.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tongue.gif' /><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table> <!--QuoteEEnd--><br> I'd like to note something.<br><br>Did you notice how Ozy gets nervous whenever Isolde comes to him for "work related" reasons?<br><br>Ozy is very subtile about nervousness, and displays it based on the raw source. In this case, it is fear of the inevitable unknown. As this strip continue, you notice the second he instinctually realizes Isold is at the door, his eyes go into the upper left corner. When he answers the door, his eyes and head continue to look up, and his posture grows progressively tenser. Most notably, his ears are at a far higher level of alertness than usual. (Ozy's ears are always alert, they are the only part of him that is.) This continues in the next comic.<br><br>He is obviously at ease mentally, but instinctually he is just completely on edge. It is incredibly well drawn.<br><br>Ozy's intellect tells him not to jump to any too wild conclusions, but his instincts are sure telling him something is up, and Isolde is not here for a casual visit.

[Arloest]

Um... okay.<br><br>And the Isolde returns.

[Gizensha]

<!--QuoteBegin-GhostWay+Feb 28 2005, 02:35 PM--> <table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'><b>Quote:</b> (GhostWay @ Feb 28 2005, 02:35 PM)</td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'> <!--QuoteBegin-Henohenomoheji+Feb 28 2005, 12:45 PM--> <table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'><b>Quote:</b> (Henohenomoheji @ Feb 28 2005, 12:45 PM)</td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'> Mr. Simpson put his name upside down.  Unless he's downside up and we're upside down.  or perhapse gravity reversed itself. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table> <!--QuoteEEnd--><br>He always does that. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table> <!--QuoteEEnd--><br> You sure? I thought the direction his name was written in was based partially upon whim and partially on what fitted in with the art the best.

[Ruedii-X]

<!--QuoteBegin-Gizensha+Mar 1 2005, 05:34 PM--> <table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'><b>Quote:</b> (Gizensha @ Mar 1 2005, 05:34 PM)</td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'> <!--QuoteBegin-GhostWay+Feb 28 2005, 02:35 PM--> <table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'><b>Quote:</b> (GhostWay @ Feb 28 2005, 02:35 PM)</td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'> <!--QuoteBegin-Henohenomoheji+Feb 28 2005, 12:45 PM--> <table border='0' align='center' width='95%' ><tr><td class='quotetop'><b>Quote:</b> (Henohenomoheji @ Feb 28 2005, 12:45 PM)</td></tr><tr><td class='quotebody'> Mr. Simpson put his name upside down.  Unless he's downside up and we're upside down.  or perhapse gravity reversed itself. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table> <!--QuoteEEnd--><br>He always does that. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table> <!--QuoteEEnd--><br>You sure? I thought the direction his name was written in was based partially upon whim and partially on what fitted in with the art the best. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table> <!--QuoteEEnd--><br> I've always noted it's just put randomly somewhere on the final frame. It never really matter where or what direction.<br><br>I find much more significance in the posture changes of the characters from frame to frame. Those are sometimes done unintentionally as well. <br><br>BTW Ozy sees Isolde like an formitable and perplexing entity of chaos. She's the only thing in the world that Ozy fears, and yet he is still friends with her. Ozy doesn't even fear Jerimy (just his poundings.)