Narbonic Perfect Collection Volume 1 is the first in a two volume series capturing all of the webcomics in Shaenon K. Garrity’s Narbonic series in print.
Helen Narbon is:
- A strong female character not afraid to be ruthless or gentle when needed
- A scientist (okay, a mad scientist) with skills in biology, physics, and many other areas of study</li
- A loyal friend and occasional mischief maker
- My personal definition of mad scientist.
Seriously, I imprinted on her like a duckling on a roomba.
Dave Davenport is the actual main character of the Narbonic series, as he is Helen’s sanest henchman (that’s not saying much, the other two are a college student and a gerbil with an IQ of 250) and the progenitor of the plot line. The story starts with Dave becoming Helen’s “IT guy” and proceeds through numerous adventures involving gender swapping, taking over the moon, battling Helen’s mother, taking on the secret society of Daves, and going to Helen’s 10th class reunion.
It’s, um, complicated working for Helen.
But oh heavens do I look up to her.
…we are on a short hiatus while I get some health / food / exercise regimen stuff straightened out. I never manage to stay way from Minecraft for too long though…
It’s really hard to grade an area to protect the wildlife when the wildlife wants to blow you up. The explosions make smoothing the dirt a lot harder, and for the matter, they make ensuring you have enough dirt harder.
Still not a fan of the exploding giraffe-corgis is what I’m saying.
On the other hand, I chopped down a whole lot of conifer today and I’m thinking perhaps instead of grading this hole I’ll stick a building on top of it to keep the animals from falling in. That’s probably cheaper and more efficient — definitely more effective than fencing. And logs may not be super explosion-proof but if I’m not living here anyway I’m not sure I care.
Apparently I didn’t become deaf because when I heard the sheep start baaing outside this cave/waterfall combo (worst bed and breakfast ever) I woke up.
Boy I haven’t been this stiff and sore since I landed here. Or was abandoned. Or began hallucinating. Whatever.
Anyway, I swam out. WITH my ore, I might add! Not giving that up. And I climbed out of that cave and went back to my nice warm heated cave and took a long nap.
Then I repaired my tools, checked on my animals, and now I’m going to bed.
Tomorrow I’m going to ensure my bag has plenty of food, water, etc. (much of which I used up yesterday) and then do some more landscaping. I definitely want to keep the sheep out of the torrent of death pond.
Day 640: I accidentally dug into the bottom of a pond again. But this time I didn’t have any glass with me to seal it up, so I tried to just keep mining around the gushing water.
I’m now huddled around a shelf a few dozen feet deeper than I started, trying to keep warm through the night. It’s too dark to escape – I’ll be eaten by zombies. But I can’t tread water all night or I’ll freeze to death. So I’m wet and grouchy and really glad I put my notebook in a oil sealed waterproof pouch this morning.
I brought it because I thought I might hit one of my chambers and sleep on the far eastern side of the places I’ve dug out. Instead I’m on a ledge in the dark with a torch and a hell of a lot of rushing.
I may never hear again after tonight.