Home again, home again, jiggity jig. This was a fun page to draw. So much detail. And thinking about what kind of house Fetch would have at all was a challenge. I considered a sidhe, but not as well kept[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Caring for sick parents in the best of families can be hard. In dysfunctional families, there’s an added measure of trauma. So I imagine dysfunctional fae families must come with a psychodrama unfathomable by modern analytical science. We had a[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The allusions to Trump in this page will not be a frequent occurrence through the story, but the current awfulness is what initially compelled him to leave the human world, as we saw last January. And escaping the problems of[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
And we are back with color this week. I meant to do that last week, but I was struggling with asthma (still am) and bronchial issues and whine whine whine. Whatever. It’s in color and I am happy. This strip[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
We are back to gag-a-week humor with today’s strip, which appears in black and white right now, because my asthma has been terrible lately. Sorry. I will color it soon; I wanted to make the deadline of posting it for[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
So concludes “Saucer of Milk”, the story of how I met Fetch, the demon-cat. Next week I will return to one shot topical humor with a semi-autobiographical twist. And color! And a digital font! Lettering by hand and inking in[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This page may have been the hardest to write. I originally had Fetch emerge as a full fledged demon, but I realized that I had done that in the Pokemon strip, though the difference would be multiple heads on his[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It is customary to kick the naked body of a sick person in the driveway of emergency intake, right? I’m sure Stan will be fine. As for today’s folklore on saucers of milk, we come to the inspiration for this[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It’s just not Stan’s night. He is fortunate to be unconscious for most of these proceedings. So where exactly are they? Well, I don’t know where in Oregon one might find an arrangement of stones like this, but they are[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Last Thursday night, watching cable news and monitoring Twitter for updates on the shooting in Dallas, I re-experienced in condensed time the mixture of frustration, horror, fear and confusion we went through during the Boston Marathon bombing and the days[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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