This courageous creature was launched by a discussion of words containing the stem “drome” (from the Greek drómos, meaning running or racetrack.)
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space-suited dromedary camel runs through the cosmos.
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There’s no joke here, I just thought that Itchy and Knee deserved to have a bit of enjoyment now and then. And the idea of their round heads in round space helmets was irresistible.
[I did this drawing in black ink for Inktober, and then inverted it during scanning.]
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Itchy and Knee play tennis... in space.
Today’s comic stars a very young Itchy. Maybe this is how he became the way he is…
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1. Itchy sees a bottle
2. Itchy opens the bottle to find a bubble wand
3. Itchy blows bubbles
4. Itchy drinks the mixture
5. Itchy's head turns into a bubble
2. Itchy opens the bottle to find a bubble wand
3. Itchy blows bubbles
4. Itchy drinks the mixture
5. Itchy's head turns into a bubble
Gosh, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. Sorry about that.
Anyway, turns out that taking pity on the cute* likkle wood mouses and letting them use our house during the cold spell was not without consequence. After finding mouse droppings on the breakfast table even Karen was convinced that murine check-out time had now arrived. We baited the (humane!) trap with peanut butter, which the little dears love so much that even once the trap door is opened to freedom they’d still rather have just one more little nibble before they go.
Six so far, and counting.
UPDATE: We took about 14 mice away, or possibly two mice seven times each (on average.) Then Karen took two of them a lot further away and now we have no mice at all. The house is quiet and sad again — we miss them. (But not their poo.)
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*oh! But they are SO cute!
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Wood mouse sitting at a table prepares to eat bread and peanut butter, oblivious to the primed mouse-trap around the peanut butter jar.
Here’s something I found coming out of my sketchbook last weekend, sitting quietly in Sylvie’s Café with a hot drink and a slice of cake. Not sure where it came from. Or where it’s going.
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1. King Kong ravages the city.
2. [Label reads: 100% polyester]
2. [Label reads: 100% polyester]
I’m afraid this is what came out of my brain today, whilst on the train back to Oxford after a day in London. I went for a meeting which finished an hour before the National Gallery closed. At the gallery I was inspired by a striking image of St. Michael slaughtering a devil, painted in 1468 by Bartolomé Bermejo:
I mean — Jeepers Creepers, where’d you get those eyes?
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Bartolomé's devil rides a train through moonlit countryside.
Happy Halloween!
Itchy is just being himself today. I feel rather sorry for Knee, but what can you do?
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Itchy saws open Knee's head, pulls out his brain, flips and rotates it like a rubik cube and dunks it back in.
No comic today, but I wanted to share two doodles from my sketchbook. The second one I made at the hospital, waiting for a gastroscopy*, and perhaps then the theme is obvious. In hindsight I now understand the first one too!
I’m happy to say they found nothing! The doctor allowed me to turn slightly to look at the monitor, so now I have gazed at my navel from both sides.
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(* The spelling checker is complaining, and suggesting gastropod instead. I think that would have been far tastier.)
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A clown's head floating in space, with an octopus wrapped around the peak of his pointed hat; a spotted bow-tie; we can see through the oesophagus, a hand operated meat mincer.
A periscope with an eye on a flexible tube, peering into a maze of transparent tubes, one of which opens up into a sphere containing a whale, a shark, an octopus. A network of vein-like tubes cover the surface.
A periscope with an eye on a flexible tube, peering into a maze of transparent tubes, one of which opens up into a sphere containing a whale, a shark, an octopus. A network of vein-like tubes cover the surface.