Here’s a little cartoon I drew for an audio hardware competition. Karen drew the basis of the organ console section some years ago. I adapted it for this purpose, and added the performer and the amp in the foreground. Wish us luck!
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We went to an excellent talk yesterday at the Albion Beatnik Bookshop, by Jeremy Renals on the sub-genres of jazz. Most of the people in my sketch are jazzers, but a couple crept in from book-covers I could see in the shop.
More fallout from my recent experiences…
First: Hi -- you're new here! Welcome to gastroscopy!
Second: Actually, I work in colonoscopy.
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.)
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.
I doodled this one sitting in the hospital with Karen… waiting for the theatre to be cleared of emergency cases so she can have her minor op… she should be in there now… I hope she is coping well, and I’m sending her Invisibule love over the internet!
update: out of surgery and recovering in the ward, with the machine that goes ping rather a lot. Also, I’ve been reading her Mary Oliver’s poems, which seems to help.
Update (should have said this days ago, sorry): She’s at home and recovering.
RUMBLE!
Subtitle: The Borborygmus Ensemble
Based on a very true story. Yes. Really.
Not so much a comic, but a whimsical response to the masterful music and heady ambience of a jazz gig. Frank Harrison (keyboard) and Bobby Wellins (sax) at the Albion Beatnik Bookshop in Oxford.
Happy “whatever” to you, dear readers.
Today’s comic was inspired by our visit to our local RSPB bird reserve at Otmoor, yesterday, where we saw and heard an astonishing murmuration of starlings (estimated at around 50,000) swirling around above us and finally coming down to roost in the reeds. My point-and-click photo doesn’t begin to do it justice, and of course there’s the sound of the wings and the calls too! If you get a chance, enjoy this sight while you possibly can — starlings are on the critical list and in serious decline.
UPDATE: Karen put up a video of this on her blog.
"I don't feel like going out again this evening. How about we stay in and have a nice, cosy murmuration here - just the two of us?"
Who’d have thought Godzilla was left-handed, eh?
Dear Diary,
today I saw a little mouse on the garden wall. I watched it to-ing and fro-ing for an hour when I should have been doing the vacuuming.