Dilettante Comics: May 2017

Friday, May 26, 2017

Coming After Me

Andrew and Anni Seed stand in a cemetary in front of a grave labeled Hart Richter Andrew: Hey, Great-Grandad You okay Anni: Heh You'd think after 80 years I'd get over it, but Andrew: Well, he was your animator Anni: Do you think he'd be happy with me Andrew: Are you kidding You're probably the greatest toon ever created And I'm glad you're here Anni: Aww Andrew: Ready to go Anni: just one more thing She pulls a pot of blackface cartoon flowers singing Swing Low Sweet Chariot out of her bag Andrew: We're going to get arrested again, aren't we Anni: I like traditions

Things change, but not all things. Happy Memorial Day.

If you'd like to know more about Anni and her story, visit her new About Page. Don't worry. There's no singing flowers there.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Out of curiosity, I checked one of my old yearbooks. No eldritch abominations, but there were pictures of students with sledgehammers, licking giant M&M replicas, and applying makeup. Not at the same time.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Who's Afraid of the Big, Bad Pigs?

A couple walks through the door and address the babysitter Mom: We're home How are things with Phoebe Babysitter: You guys never told me you were werewolves Mom: Well, that's true, but it's not the full moon How was it a problem Babysitter: I read her The Three Little Pigs Dad pulls chair back, his daughter hiding behind Dad: Phoebe Honey, the pigs aren't going to get you Babysitter: And it was the original version where the wolf gets eaten, so Mom: Oh no

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Or in other words, a few extra minutes of instruction for the babysitter is worth a few years of paying for therapy.

Friday, May 5, 2017

A Casual, Everyday Battleground

Pearl and Carmine have a nerf gun battle in the kitchen Mel deflects darts with a pot lid while cooking pasta

At one point I had a pair of roommates who started engaging in nerf gun warfare, using the kitchen as their domain. The rest of us usually took cover until the scourge had passed. Eventually the darkness would lift from our apartment, and once again we would be permitted to use the microwave without fear of darts entering our ear canals.