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Hippopotamus in the veldt.
Hippopotamus above the veldt.
Hippopotamus landed in the veldt.
Caption: Hiccupotamus
Hippopotamus above the veldt.
Hippopotamus landed in the veldt.
Caption: Hiccupotamus
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Just shouldn’t be allowed.
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Science officer (looking down microscope): !!
SO (to Inspector of Police): I asked the lab to run the crime scene samples. But they did the DNA analysis backwards...
IoP: ...AND?
SO: exactly!
SO (to Inspector of Police): I asked the lab to run the crime scene samples. But they did the DNA analysis backwards...
IoP: ...AND?
SO: exactly!
Why do they make me print my e-ticket? And charge me for the privilege too? What a waste of toner!
The style of this comic was inspired by the amazing Tom Gauld.
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Print out your e-ticket.
You can print the e-script too!
Print and cut out the e-characters and e-props.
Don't forget to print some e-popcorn.
You can print the e-script too!
Print and cut out the e-characters and e-props.
Don't forget to print some e-popcorn.
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.
Life imitates art. In the middle of inking this one I decided my ink brush was not up to the job. I refused to finish the comic until I got a new one. I think I must be a real princess.
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1. Where is my pink pen?
2. I /cannot/ write without my pink pen!
3. I am a /real/ princess.
2. I /cannot/ write without my pink pen!
3. I am a /real/ princess.
Before you say anything, this cartoon passed my primary test filter. Which is: to make Karen laugh.
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Hips - lips - whips - chips
Flies - thighs - eyes - pies
Flies - thighs - eyes - pies
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1. King Kong ravages the city.
2. [Label reads: 100% polyester]
2. [Label reads: 100% polyester]
My first comic creation act with my shiny new lightbox. (A lightbox makes it easy to copy a rough drawing to a final fair copy, or, in this case, to replicate shapes and objects to help keep them consistent from frame to frame.)
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Quality control robot examines a component on the production line, then after some internal struggle obliterates it.
I had some fun looking at some original Sidney Paget art to base these characters on. Apparently Sidney got the job by mistake — the publishers of the Strand Magazine thought they were hiring his younger brother, Walter.
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Observe, my dear Watson - the Baskerville hound may have given us the slip this time. But now we have a lead.