the hills are alive

the hills are gone this morning. your logical mind dismisses it as a heavy fog brought on by a warm day in a cold season, but you know, the hills are gone. they surely woke up. stood. stretched & yawned & left on a walk about. the world ends there now, you think as you look at where there were once trees & is now nothing but white colored nothing.
why doesn’t anyone else see it?
the sleeping giants have gone adventuring & left an end to the world unguarded. a gateway to another place? you know the hills will return before the “fog” clears. you think about walking out…out to where the world now ends, but you are not ready.
not today.
not this time.

page 61

another page of moses jones: apocalyptic mama.
i have been working on this comic on & off since 2013 when i was in madison, wisconsin, attending university & living in a housing co-op.
my relationship with my ex. my children. and my experiences in a housing co-op have all heavily influenced this comic.
as well as my early exposure to apocalyptic dystopian themes in movies.

one day i hope to publish a collection of these.
one day.

the world is a stage

my life is full time
LARPing
one of the things i actually
enjoy
about motherhood

i said the thing about LARPing to my ex the other day as i was wearing my “utility belt” with my bokken tucked into it. i have goggles, tiaras, tutus, boots, belts, hats, and a variety of real & toy weapons that i play with.
life is a dress up party. or (from a poem i once wrote) every day is halloween.

we have friends who LARP (live action role playing for y’all who aren’t nerds)…but i am not sure i ever stop role playing. maybe there is a term for this? motherhood?

i think i channeled some shel silverstein in this quick comic doodle.

punishment doughnuts

that’s what we called them when he brought them home to us in that plain white box that meant one thing:
doughnuts!
except this plain white box held plain cake doughnuts…no frosting. no sprinkles. no custard….
doughnuts….
we imagined them to be the doughnuts one bought to say:
“you did a subpar job”
“you barely passed your exams”
“it’s not me; it’s you”
punishment doughnuts

first world problems, i know, but it is now an inside joke with my oldest son ever since my ex brought us home a box of plain cake doughnuts. they actually weren’t that bad once we got past the disappointment of them not being chocolate.

more comics in progress

title: the wonderland that is social anxiety

1st…shopping with the amish
me: do you have any straw for sale
clerk: check with owen
me: okay

2nd…my thinking: why didn’t i ask who owen is?
straw hat & beard, right? haha.

3rd…my thinking: i should ask them, but i’m pretty sure
they were speaking english before they saw me….
(two men speaking gothic german)

4th…me: nope! no straw today, thanks!

i was at this amish store one day, and i went up to ask the clerk something. i posed my question to the man standing next to the check out counter only to be told, “i don’t work here.”
i was mortified. i felt like a total ass. i think this contributed to my not asking, “who is owen?”
yay for social anxiety.

i am having fun translating my thoughts & obsessions into comics. these are all rough doodles. maybe i will finish them one day? maybe there will be a more neurotic comics! eventually?

more comic doodles

titled: notes from the motherhood

i’ve begun to fantasize about billy bob thornton

billy bob: these children giving you a hard time, ma’am?
i can take care of them for you….

my thinking: i’m not sure what he means by “take care of”
but at this point i’m ready to roll those dice.it has been a hard time at madness manor while children’s nastiness runs at full speed. i am not sure how many of them wished me dead yesterday. i wonder if those parents who spank & do worse are actually doing the right thing because being a kind & affectionate mom seems to be failing miserably? will they grow up to be nice adults despite being assholes as kids? i was physically & emotionally abused as a child–which prevented me from being an asshole–but now i am a hot mess of a grown up. will it work opposite for my kids?
these are the things i wonder as they scream horrible things merely because they did not get what they wanted….
to beat or not to beat my kids?
i do not have the stomach to be an abusive parent…but i can write comics!

obviously i need to look at what billy bob thornton actually looks like. i plan to practice that with some google pics….
meanwhile, i did doodle some pictures of nasty little children
& one doodle of one of my actual children, but not looking nasty today. pleasant children mostly today….

do random thoughts make good comics?

comic to be titled: how am i supposed to have any hope for the human race?

panel one: i dyed my hair blonde once
panel two: country singers invited me to their motel rooms
panel three: boys fought each other to walk me home
panel four: it wasn’t even that good of a dye job

here is my efforts to turn random thoughts into an art form.
does it work?
at least it keeps me entertained….

note…only one country singer invited me to come to his motel room

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