High School Lesson #3267

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.

The Minister's Cat

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. 

Pinking

And now we know where cavities come from.

Happy Birthday!

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.

Vampiric Gold

Because the Olympics aren't just for humans. 

And before anyone gets on my case, I am well aware that the events displayed in the above picture are most likely not in line with the Geneva Convention. 
But really.  Is anything vampires do in line with the Geneva Convention?

Heck.  Are vampires in line with the Geneva Convention?

I'm going on a tangent. 
Why are you still reading this? 
Go watch the Olympics. 
Good day.

Keep Calm

It's late.  I'm tired.  I've spent the last week obsessing over finals and packing.  So this week you get this poster I made a few months ago. 

In other news, BILBY!!! ^^

Beginning of the End

For the record, the above is more of a representation of my mental state rather than of what I've actually been doing recently.  So no, I haven't been making any voodoo dolls.  This semester.  Special thanks goes to my roommate for agreeing to appear in this comic, even though I kind of posted it before I asked her. 

By my count, I believe this is my 50th comic.  Yay!

Oh, and in case anyone cares, doing a mind-meld with literature doesn't work.  Even if you are an actual Vulcan.