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Posts from ‘September, 2009’

Monster #254 — Bed time

bed time

This is what bed time at my house looks like except the little monster would be hanging from the curtains or launching himself off the top bunk of his bed.

And, sadly, I do not own a nightgown with ampersands on it.

Monster #253 — Saturday


I like how this reads. It makes it sound like I rolled down the hill to Cambridge. That would be swell. Instead, I had to drive.

Monster #252 — Go away!

go away

The other guy does not look impressed. Or else he’s afraid of the curly, gold chest hair.

Another confession from Voz


I would also like to confess the gold tooth is fake.

Monster #251 — The truth.

the truth

Sorry about neglecting my monster posting thing. I was doodling all the while, but somehow getting the sketchbook to the scanner just wouldn’t happen. Sorry! Did you miss me?

Monster #250 — I think …


Monster #249 — I Want to Ride a Camel


Monster #248 — Blather


My son told me what they should be saying and where the arrows should point. Sometimes I need help with my doodles.

Monster #247 — Naked no more


Naked mole rats are just plain weird. They spend almost their entire life in darkness underground digging tunnels looking for tubers for dinner. Their lips close behind their completely insane impressive front teeth so they can excavate while not having to eat dirt at the same time.

They have a complex social hierarchy with one queen ruler (the only reproductive female in the colony) and apart from a few studly males, the rest of the mole rats are soldiers and workers. They sort of function as a collective like bees or ants or the Borg.

There are other mole rat species, but they’re not naked so nobody ever talks about them.

Anyhow, apparently if you give them a nice warm sweater and a matching hat they’ll speak Swedish.

Monster #246 — Hayaku! Hurry!


I have so much to do. I spent half of yesterday running tedious but essential errands (bank, post office, grocery store) so I feel like I got nothing done for work. My family really needs to rethink this whole eating-every-day thing. Why can’t they just save it all up and eat something huge on Friday? Like a snake.* We could spend the weekend basking and digesting.

Anyhoo, I’ll be in the studio all day making stuff, so don’t interrupt me. Unless you have pudding.

* I mean eat like a snake, not eat an actual snake.