It’s been a while since we’ve visited the ice-block-dwelling multicultural children that make up the love-it-or-hate-it land of Clipartica.
Two things I addressed in an early draft were the remarkably strange dress worn by the androgynous third-from-the-right (that’s your left, I’m on the OTHER side of the Internet) child, and the fact that everybody seems to be crowded together even closer than normal in this piece (could be because of all the action going on – it’s like playing Frisbee in an elevator. At least I assume it is. Please feel free to experiment and report back to me..) But it all got too wordy, so I stripped it down to a collection of the best and head-scratchingest bits and left it at that. Hoping it works.
Apologies for the slow updates of late. Same basic excuses as usual apply, with a new Worm Quartet album thrown in. Thanks, by the way, to those of you who backed the Kickstarter for the new disc. You’ll be hearing from me shortly to get details for your rewards.
Gonna try to play catch-up in the next week or two – see you soon!
MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: The sight…*laughter*…navel…*laughter*…blackened…*laughter*