Saturday, August 25, 2012

High School Lesson #3267

Students eye a hand hanging out of their teacher's filing cabinet  If your new teacher has been rumored to eat students alive, make sure it's not literal

My sister is about to start middle school, so I decided that this is the perfect time to give her my own brand of advice that is extremely applicable throughout life. 

You're welcome.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

The Minister's Cat

The minister's cat is an atomic cat  The minister's cat is a bubonic cat  The minister's cat is a cracked cat  The minister's cat is a doomed cat  The minister's cat is an electrified cat  The minister's cat is a frozen cat  The minister's cat is a ghostly cat  The minister's cat is a headless cat  The minister's cat is an impaled cat  The minister's cat is a jaundiced cat  The minister's cat is a klutzy cat  The minister's cat is a liquified cat  The minister's cat is a mummified cat  The minister's cat is a nauseous cat  The minister's cat is an ominous cat  The minister's cat is a petrified cat  The minister's cat is a quarantined cat  The minister's cat is a roadkill cat  The minister's cat is a skeletal cat  The minister's cat is a terminated cat  The minister's cat is an unstable cat  The minister's cat is a vampire cat  The minister's cat is a wilted cat  The minister's cat is a xerodermatic cat  The minister's cat is a yawed cat  The minister's cat is a zombie cat  Erin, Mom, and sister are in the car  Erin: We've been playing this game for two hours  Mom: And we killed the poor cat 38 times before I lost count  Erin: Two solid hours  Sister: Let's play it again

Yes, 'xerodermatic' is a real word. 

The Minister's Cat is a game where you go round the circle and have each player come up with an adjective to describe the cat using a certain letter of the alphabet, then move on to the next letter when someone messes up.  The game generally ends when everyone gets sick of it and decides to leave the room.  On car trips, however, no one can really leave, so things tend to get ugly.  And then the cat dies.  Many, many times. 


My brother loves cats.  I think I hear him whimpering. 

Friday, August 10, 2012

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Happy Birthday!

Erin works at computer  typey typey  Frond: Ahem  Erin: uh-oh  All of the characters on the website banner appear - pig, alien, dog, cat, unicorn, rabbit, vampire, dinosaur  Frond: We need to talk  Erin: Er, okay  Sonata: You've been doing this comic for a year, and did cartoons with Sid, Ariel, and Corra, but what about the rest of us  Frond: Forget that  You haven't used Splatter, Neo, or Sonata, but you've at least done cartoons with dogs, cats, and unicorns  But you haven't done any with rabbits or dinosaurs  You've been busy obsessing over bilbies  Erin: I like bilbies  Frond: I was here first  And what about poor Roxy  Roxy: Frond, it's okay  Really  Frond: Translation:  You're the cartoonist, so fix it  Erin: Alright  Alright  The next day  Splatter: You drew a cartoon of us buggin you about being in a cartoon  Erin: snicker

Yep!  Dilettante Comics has been under operation for a whole year!  WOOH!!!  And now you know that I'm insane enough to name all the characters in my logo, sans the flaming butterfly.  Though frankly, it's been a year, and I still have no idea whether Ariel the Alien is a boy or a girl. 

I actually double-checked.  Turns out that Frond was wrong.  I actually did draw rabbits in a cartoon!  Once.  This one right here.  So there.  Frond's usually in a better mood.  She's just a bit irritable because she had to babysit her cousins last weekend.  Insert joke about large rabbit families here. 

And to celebrate keeping this up for a year, I think I'll sleep.  And then the rest of you can celebrate because it means I'll stop rambling for a while.