Here’s a doodle I made to go on a poster for a forthcoming concert. We’ll be raising money for Save the Rhino International (again.) The amount of rhino poaching is still increasing — the rhinos may be doomed simply because of an erroneous belief in the healing properties of their horns.
Really this cartoon was just an excuse to draw a dinosaur. Something like a triceratops, perhaps. It’s almost as much fun to draw a dinosaur as it is to draw a giraffe!
TYRANNOSAURUS, despite having the most powerful bite of any animal, was nevertheless rather poorly adapted for tennis.
They are also known to have been rather sore losers.
I realised that I had to post a follow-up to my previous post.
I apologise for the long delay between updates. My excuse is that my brain was empty. Anyway, today the birthday present I bought Karen arrived, an enormous pile of Letraset Pro-markers and she said I could use them…
[Technical Note: It’s really hard to choose colours for real-world drawing as opposed to colouring on computer as I usually do (and impossible to go back if you change your mind.) But the saddest part is that scanning the picture changed all the colours to something else and I had to fix them in gimp afterwards anyway. Plus knowing that they won’t look the same on your screen as they do on mine. Ho hum.]
I just so much wanted to draw a giraffe in a leopard outfit…
I doodled this in my notebook after a visit to the zoo. I know that laughing at ones own jokes is a crime against humanity, but laugh I did. Out loud. And maybe someone else on the planet will appreciate it too.
Speaking of “odd sense of humour”: I think Dan Long is a genius for drawing this comic.
I managed somehow to miss posting suitable felicitations for Laura’s birthday, but it turns out that we share an unbirthday today anyway. So here’s to us, and to anyone else celebrating their own (or a friend’s) unbirthday:
Nobody, I repeat, Nobody is to make any jokes at all, however slight, relating to the hippo-cratic oath.
This drawing was inspired by a trip to Whipsnade zoo. We saw the baby pygmy hippo, small (for a hippo) pink and wet, but this hippopotamus is of the “common” kind.
My sister’s a hypnotherapist, and so I’m giving the original to her. By the time you read this I’ll know whether she likes it or not, and we should know whether this post is a posthumous ‘potamus.
EDIT: Today I looked up “hippotherapy” on Wikipedia. And there really is such a thing.
just in case you thought that I spent my time on holiday idly, thinking only of myself. No! I was also thinking “how can I torture invisibules readers with appalling puns?”
Not actually a comc…
I found out recently about the increased poaching of white rhinoceros — due to the ill-conceived belief that its horn cures cancer. While the recipients find out that they’ve paid $50,000 per kilo of horn for something that doesn’t work, the rhino dies anyway from the overly aggressive wound. So my band Skeleton Crew will be doing a rhinoceros benefit concert in July. If you know any rhinoceros lutenists, can you ask them to get in touch?