here is the on-going saga of a humorless zombie-fighting mama in some dystopian future.
this is the first page of a new episode of moses jones. for previous pages, check out my moses jones page.
i’m not sure what happens next, but i guess i will find out.
my life is full time
one of the things i actually
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.
that’s what we called them when he brought them home to us in that plain white box that meant one thing:
except this plain white box held plain cake doughnuts…no frosting. no sprinkles. no custard….
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”
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.
title: the wonderland that is social anxiety
1st…shopping with the amish
me: do you have any straw for sale
clerk: check with owen
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?
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….
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
so i am trying to streamline my site. i am down to four pages. AND i updated my mojo page with episode three. so for those of you who have been waiting with bated breath….
those of you waiting for episode four…hmmm. i’m not sure…but when i do get to working on it, i will be posting new pages here as i shut down my patreon site.
can be an ugly bird
squatting on a carcass
at the people
this one doesn’t really make a lot of sense. i was angry with a friend who i felt was treating me callously.
i am terribly terribly anti-social. being my friend is not easy. i blame it on my scorpio rising. i just have a nasty sting when provoked.
this journal page happened because i felt slighted.
don’t even get me started on my across the street neighbor….
in other news…inappropriate comics with pandas!
i’m not sure about this one…i was thinking of the sound of music for some reason & pandas & well, this just kinda got away from me. i apologize. i think it is the most recent stay-at-home order making me extra inappropriate.
i was asked by one of my children
to paint a panda
& was surprised
by how easy it is to paint a panda
with my art & life
i got the idea to start a series called
“inappropriate comics with pandas”
so there is that
to look forward to.
sometimes i really worry about me. i’m either inspired or possessed. it’s really hard to tell.