Sometimes the things that arrive in the sketchbook are best not explained.
Or, in the original as we heard it in the garden: “twee twee twee t-t-t-t-teee twee twee trrrrrrrrrt”
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.
We’ve just been on holiday for a week in Northern Norway with some friends, well inside the arctic circle. We were lucky enough to see the Aurora on four nights. It really is very beautiful there. The dog sledging was horrifically expensive (actually, so was everything.)
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!
I’m sending this Viva Monster to help Késia with her thesis defence tomorrow … wishing her lots of good luck!
UPDATE: It worked! Congratulations Dr. Késia!
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.
Before you say anything, this cartoon passed my primary test filter. Which is: to make Karen laugh.
We enjoyed an unsual musical act at the Old Fire Station on Friday. Thomas Truax plays songs with an understated, whimsical, often dark humour, with the occasional help of an mechanical drummer (named Mother Superior — you can see her at bottom-right in my doodle.) Also starring were the Hornicator and the Stringaling, and an impressive selection of effects pedals and looping tools. Thanks Thomas!