Hello, my Creatures!
Just a quick note to tell everyone that I had a great time hanging out in Artist Alley at FWA this past weekend. It was great getting to meet some new folks and see some old friends and acquaintances. Thanks to everyone that stopped by my table to chat, I had a great time! I’ll definitely be there again next year ^_^ And I’ll be posting some of the stuff I drew at the convention over on Tumblr and DeviantArt.
That’s all for now, and as always: Thanks for reading!
Hello, Creatures.
First and foremost! Hanging out in the Artist Alley at FWA this weekend, come on by! And if you’re just checking out this site for the first time, thanks for stopping by and saying hello!
Second and…er…second-most…I’d like to take this opportunity to warn you that I am extremely food driven. You know when you watch those shows on the I hate Humanity Channel Animal Planet, like Animal Cops: InsertCityHere, and they talk about animals being food aggressive?
That’s me.
If I was a dog, in the pound, I’d be the one put down because I’m there trying to rip the hand off of whomever is trying to take my food.
I have no clue where this behavior came from. It’s not like I came from a big family and had to fight to get enough food. And it’s not like we just didn’t have enough food on the table, either. My one sibling and I were always well-fed. Nevertheless, I get REALLY overprotective of whatever it is that’s sitting on my plate. I don’t like it when folks are even eying my food! Even people for whom I care very deeply about….Say…My husband, 1950’s Dad.
Let’s say I’m eating fries from somewhere and in swoops 1950’s Dad to grab one. I KNOW this is a common thing, and it’s JUST one fry, it’s not like I’d even miss it if I hadn’t been paying attention (I am ALWAYS paying attention to french fries. Constant. Vigilance.). Plus, I mean, come on, this is my husband I’m talking about here, we’re supposed to share just about everything. This does not stop the well of anger that suddenly, and unexpectedly comes bubbling up before I stop myself and think, “Wooooah….Wait. You are acting like a crazy person!” (The key to getting around this is for him to ask before taking one. For some reason, that seems to quell the rage, lol!)
All this is why I get terribly excited when it comes to obtaining foods that I can’t always get year round, like, say, Girl Scout cookies. I haven’t yet popped out of the bushes on some Scouts on vacation…
yet…
But I HAVE startled them with my exuberant shouts when I see them camped out in front of the grocery store. They always end up with this wary look that says: “you’re supposed to be a grown-up.” Yes. Yes, I am, little Scouts. And this grown up is handing you cash for cookies. So fork over!
That’s all for now, and as always: Thanks for reading!
Hello, my Creatures!
Got a lot going on this week in preparation for FWA (Furry Weekend Atlanta) this weekend in Atlanta. If you happen to be in the area, I’ll be hanging out in the Artist Alley there pretty much all weekend. Stop by ^_^
And now for something completely different!
In other news, today marks the 101st anniversary of the foundation of the Girl Scouts of America. I’ll admit, I don’t know a TON about the organization (I was never in Scouts) other than they’re a pretty cool and positive organization for young girls/women (and of course those freaking-delicious cookies!). Here’s your quick blurb of Savannah History for the week: they were also founded in Savannah, Georgia by Juliet Gordon Lowe, so the city is kind of a destination point for a lot of troops around the country, especially in the spring.
So, armed with this bit of knowledge, as the Fairy Door Adventure comes to a close (for the moment…Don’t think for a SECOND we won’t see what’s on the other side of that door!), off to a new adventure full of cookies and Girl Scouts Wilderness Girls!
That’s all for now, and as always: Thanks for reading!
Hello, my Creatures!
Most of you have realized by now, that On the Couch takes place in the city of Savannah, Georgia. I’m fairly familiar with it, as I went to college there and then lived there for several years after I’d graduated. It’s a strange town with a special kind of “weird” that I’ve never experienced anywhere else. Savannah’s got the only kind of eccentricity that can only come with age. Savannah’s an OLD town. The buildings downtown are old (pre-civil war in many cases), the trees are old (when I draw one of the parks as a veritable jungle with parking meters sticking up in the backgrounds, I swear, it’s not very far from the truth.), and a lot of the traditions and mentalities are old (for better or, in some cases, for worse.). Savannah’s big on preserving its history and seemingly as a result, it’s gotten a little quirky.
The tunnels I’ve mentioned in the Couch comic are, indeed, based in fact. Sort of. Any number of local folks will tell you that the city’s underground is laced with a network of secret, haunted tunnels (at least these were some of the rumors I was fed on a number of occasions while in school). Personally, I don’t think there’s a whole lot of truth in that. Savannah’s not even 50 feet above sea level and it’s not that far away from the ocean, so the idea of a vast underground labyrinth isn’t particularly credible. Parts of the city would be caving in all over itself every time it rained.
HOWEVER. When Jazz mentions that it was only ONE tunnel used for yellow fever victims, that bit’s true. It’s a much shorter tunnel, though.
That’s all your Savannah history for now, and as always: thanks for reading!
Good morning, Creatures!
Wishing you all a Happy Valentine’s Day (if you celebrate it)! If not, for whatever your reasons on this most emotionally loaded of holidays, I hope you have a good day anyway ^_^
I have to go stop the cat from eating the flowers.
That’s all for now, and as always: thanks for reading!
Hello, my Creatures.
I have just returned from the frozen wilds of New Jersey. A good trip with good company was had by all. However, it has been determined that I can never truly leave the South, as I may freeze to death and die outside of it. There was snow. Possibly even two whole inches of it. I was assured by the locals that this was, in fact, nothing. But coming from someone who lives where an entire, thriving metropolis will completely shut down in a similar situation, it’s kind of a big deal. Also, I swear, the snow in New Jersey is colder than the snow I’ve seen on occasion where I live….Okay, okay, it wasn’t really all that big of deal. It’s not as though I’ve never seen snow or anything like that. Atlanta sees snow from time to time, we’re just not nearly as prepared to deal with it as other regions of the country that see this kind of weather every year. Why on earth would a city in the middle of Georgia own a fleet of snow plows when it only sees snow once every five years. And when that city DOES see snow, it’s usually gone with in 48 hours. Tops.
The real reason I can never leave the South is actually due to the inability to reliably procure sweet tea at restaurants. It is my life’s blood.
Also: Hey! Super Bowl. Huzzah! The team I arbitrarily chose to root for at the beginning of the game won! Go Ravens…because they are interesting and intelligent birds…They even got a shiny trophy and some pretty rings….hmmmmmmmm.
That’s all for now, and as always: Thanks for reading!
Just got back from the Frozen North today…More to come later, when I get back in the swing of things. See you tomorrow, Creatures.
That’s all for now, and thanks for reading!
Hello Creatures.
By this point, if you’re reading On the Couch, it should be no secret that I am entirely convinced that the ocean is, in fact, full of nightmares. Sharks are scary, but for me, they are nothing compared to some of the amorphous blob shaped fish with three thousand fangly bits hanging off of them that are just hanging out at the bottom of the sea. My favorite part is that a lot of them glow in the dark for you to catch JUST ENOUGH of a glimpse of them to say to yourself: HOLY CRAP. THOSE ARE A LOT OF FANGLY BITS.
You’re familiar with some of them. Remember that video of the Frilled Shark? What the heck is THAT all about? That guy looks CRAZY. Why you gotta have teeth shaped like that, guy?! “Why the better to shred your tender meat-arms if you ever find yourself down this deep in the ocean. Mwahahahaha.” Morray Eel? Okay, those guys aren’t so much deep-water nightmare, but they are crazy-lurkers. Just hangin’ out, jonesin’ to bite you.
Angler Fish? Hell no. Those things scare the crap out of me, even though I’m fairly sure they almost never come into contact with humans and if they did, they probably wouldn’t be able to do much. But I see all those spindly freakin’ teeth coupled with the dead, soulless, staring eyes and that caveman part of my brain says: NO. THAT IS THREAT. Don’t make eye contact. Stay away. Don’t even watch a youtube video about them because they will come out of the screen a la The Ring and sink all three thousand of those fangly teeth into your precious torso.
Giant Squid? Right. They’ve got eyes the size of my head. LITERALLY. The size of my head and they are crazy-smart. Their only natural predator? Freakin’ WHALES. It takes a friggin’ WHALE to bring one of those things down. And THEY even come up scarred.
I know that’s how evolution drove these creatures to be, and rationally, I know that there’s a function to the way that these swimming horrors appear, but geez. Quit creepin’ everybody out. Now I’ve given myself the heebie jeebies.
That’s all for now and as always: Thanks for reading!
Hello, Creatures!
Right, so Surly Queen is a stick figure version of myself that looks a good deal like a raging fiend. She’s a queen, so she has a crown. It only makes sense. I started drawing her, a thousand years ago, in college for funny little rants I would draw about whatever was bothering me in life at the time. I was younger then, and there was TONS of stuff that bothered me, but I think I’ve (mostly) grown out of things like that, and I’m a lot less surly than I pretend, these days.
But every now and again, something crops up in my daily life that is SO ridiculous and SO absurdly stupid that it BEGS to have a comic drawn about it.
I’m a grown-up now (so I’m told), and I can’t always say whatever comes rushing forth, often GALLOPING at break-neck speeds, from my brain to the tip of my tongue for fear of getting reprimanded. So I usually go home and draw a silly little comic instead, where I DO get to say those things dancing about just waiting to be said!
That’s where the crown finally comes back into play.
I don’t think I ever really explained it before, but I think most of you have figured it out: the crown in the comic is my little way of saying yes, this scenario really did actually happen. But my half of the conversation? That part where I’m saying something that would probably get me yelled at? That bit’s what I was thinking. I only get to say it in the comics, but it MUST be said. Or I might explode.
That happens sometimes.
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I swear, contrary to the recent Life On a Stick comics, 1950s Dad and I are both doing much, much better! We’re getting dressed for REAL and going to work just like grown ups again!
One of the many pitfalls of working retail is the fact that I come into contact with a lot of people, and consequently a LOT of germs. Which I then get to bring home and share with my husband. Thankfully, it wasn’t the flu, but it WAS enough to send me home from work early a couple of times. The sinus pressure was something that I could only describe as Soul Crushing.
Glad to be better again, and thanks for all the get wells and such ^_^
That’s all for now, and as always thanks for reading!
