Monday, December 31, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 18 Rodent Revenge

Do not mess with squirrels. They will get you back.

Sorry about the quality and the wait, the flu stinks.

This really happened. This squirrel had the best revenge ever. I laughed and laughed.

I didn't make any human friends at camp.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 17 Language is strange

Language is strange.

'Gull' is Norwegian for yellow. No idea why carrots are called 'yellow root' in Norwegian. Or why oranges are called 'Chinese apples.' The Chinese part I kinda get, but apple? They're nothing like apples!

Monday, November 26, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 16 Which is more scared?

Look out for low flying rodents.

As pointed out by Journo-SEAL, I inadvertently reposted last week's comic. *headdesk* I blame it on the cold.

I was really disappointed when the little red squirrel didn't run over my shoes. At least he got away in one piece. Never did find out why he ran into a crowd of teenagers in the first place.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 15 Nature of Nature

If it's sticky, it's biology.

Two weeks in a row! Let's see if I can keep this up.

This is actually an abridged version of the complaints these two had. If you will, imagine listening to this for the entire time it takes to walk from one campsite to another. It's not a short walk, by the way.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 14 Different perspectives

Different perspectives.

Sorry this is so late! At least it's finally here.

The two girls on the right are actually from my second time at Skogfjorden. I plan on showing that adventure, but I want these two here for some contrast with Mary's view of camping.

Now that I have my computer working, maybe I can actually update semi-regularly.

Thursday, October 18, 2012


I'm so sorry!

This has not been a good month for me so far. I could go on at length, but suffice to say that life has been happening with unusual frequency lately.

And to top it off I actually *do* have the next comic ready. I just can't access it because the computer my brother and I *finally* got working (mostly) decided to stop recognizing the Wacom tablet and keyboard *after* I'd finished the comic but before I saved it as a jpeg on my flash drive. The computer turns on, but without any way to see the desktop I can't do anything with it.


Monday, September 17, 2012

Chapter 15, Page 13 No translation

Translation please?

Actually, I will provide a translation.

Panel 1: Passport.

Panel 2: Welcome.

Panel 3: Parking is straight ahead. Follow the signs to customs.


I am so sorry! I'm sure it's purely coincidental that I've been having so many technical difficulties with page 13. Very sure. Yeah.

Anyway, I'm tired of having to rearrange my desktop, including aspect ratios which don't always work and preferences that get reset for no reason I can think of, every time I want to use my tablet. So I got the parts and had my brother put together a computer rig specifically for my tablet. One problem. *Every time* I try to put the Photoshop installation CD into the computer the tablet goes out of sync and shuts down. Can't really install something if I don't have a monitor to see what I'm doing. GAAAA! And this rig is totally useless if I can't get Photoshop onto it! I have a ten-pound paperweight! *bangs head on desk* I wonder if my brother has a spare monitor I can borrow for a little while.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 12 On the road

lots of trees

It's hard to draw, or do much of anything, when all you want to do is sleep. Or rip out your right ear and most of your throat.

Don't you just love cold and flu season? Ugh...

Anyway, I'll try my best to complete this arc. Perhaps I'll just assume that Mary spends the fall and winter doing what I'll probably be doing. Drinking tea and being miserable.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 11 Going camping

Pre-camping jitters.

I'm alive! Would've had this out earlier this week, but I had sinus pressure where my brains should've been.

Anyway, Mary is going to a summer camp for the first time ever. Should be interesting?

Monday, July 23, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 10 In stereo

Sorry. Scream!

And I got another one out! Woot!

Is it normal to be this freaked out about bugs and arachnids? Because I remember alternating between annoyed and amused by the whole thing. Not that I'd want one of the poisonous specimens crawling on me. That would be scary.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 9 Scary spider

Standard spider reaction.

Sorry for the delay. Again. Life happened a lot. And then there was the heat wave that made drawing rather difficult. (The tablet gets very warm very quickly and my hands tend to stick to paper.) I think I'm starting to catch up on a lifetime of inadequate sleep, so maybe I'll be able to update more frequently.

No promises.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Chapter 14 Page 8 A little bugged

Such a pretty beetle.

I need to manage my time better. I need to sleep better. I need to figure out why I'm not sleeping.

And I should probably apologize to my sisters for sticking bugs in their faces.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 7 The Horror!

Mary, bug catcher.
Okay, so my youngest sister is (was) really more freaked out by spiders than bugs. I do seem to recall something like this happening with a bug, though, and Conny really doesn't get much screen time.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 6 Bath time disaster

One may develop a fear of bathing.

Yeah, there's going to be a lot of screaming throughout this chapter. What is it about showers and bath tubs that attract the scream-inducing?

Monday, April 23, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 5 Never been cleaner

That would be the chlorine bleach.

In many ways I'm not easily grossed out. I also don't particularly like cleaning. When I am grossed out, however, I either avoid that which grossed me out like the plague or clean it down to the microscopic level. The latter usually arises if I have to live in the same building as the gross thing. It's also why I rarely showered during my first go through college. And people say boys are gross...

Monday, April 16, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 4 SOP around here

What, no moon suit?

Mom does this a lot around me. Remaining absolutely deadpan through most of my hysterics until I finally say or do one crazy thing too many and she has to cover her face and sigh.

I really did ask about "hazmat disposal" and "decon," by the way. I think I may have specified bleach when I asked about cleansers, though. Up side to all this is that when I was assigned that bathroom as the one I had to clean each week, I was *very* thorough.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 3 It came from the drain

The unspeakable horror of human hair and soap scum.

Gee. I wonder what Mary's reaction to this thing is.


Actually, I'm kinda surprised the rest of the neighborhood didn't hear that.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 2 Intensity at work

Mary's cleaning a shower drain, or performing brain surgery.

It's not late! Well, not very. I don't have a set time on Monday that I have to post so as long as it's still Monday I'm good. ^_^

Mary is taking her shower drain cleaning job very seriously! She's concentrating so hard. No one make a sound.



Monday, March 12, 2012

Chapter 14, Page 1 It came from the drain

Hyposmia is not for those with weak stomachs.

Ha! Bet you didn't think I'd get another strip out so soon! Well, I diiiiid iiiiiit!

This is going to be a fun, if somewhat disgusting arc. All things considered, not having a fully functional sense of smell is probably a good thing. I'd never get some things cleaned otherwise. I'm not quite anosmic, since I can pick up a few (very strong) things in a vague sort of way. So the correct medical term would be hyposmia.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Chapter 14, Title Page Creepy Crawly

Sketchy arachnid!

I'm back! And I have a Wacom tablet!

So hopefully I'll be able to keep up an actual update schedule.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Chapter 13, Page 10 Who cleans up the mess

Teenagers, a messy breed.

I don't think janitors (oh, we're supposed to call them custodians now?) get enough credit sometimes. We just take for granted all the stuff they have to put up with. Especially when children and teenagers are involved. Especially, teenagers. Somehow, they seem to be even messier than children. And then there are the adults who never seemed to grow out of leaving messes in their wake.

Sorry for the delay (again). Hopefully I'll be able to get my life in some semblance of order so I can return to a more stable schedule. (Or any kind of schedule.)