The final week of Inktober 2022. I made it through, and posted every day!
Not even a crumb was left.
Had to get the white-out for this one, but it was fun anyways! And snuck in a little tribute to Angela Lansbury.
I don’t know what inflation has done to the going rate for teeth these days, but as a kid, I got a quarter per tooth from the tooth fairy. Though I’m sure a $5 bill is much easier to airlift.
Da-dum…
Da-dum…
Danger lurks below the serving counter at Amity Island’s bakery.
Sigmund Freud at breakfast, c. 1929.
My time at college was bookended by reading “Civilization and Its Discontents” by Sigmund Freud, in two different history classes. It’s the only one of his works I’ve read, but I came away both times with the impression that Freud was perhaps among the chronically annoyed.
Me making popcorn.
We are just ghosts.
Harley got devoured by the undead
Lurking down in some old wizard’s tomb
You can say you don’t believe in zombies
But that’s how Harley Warren met his doom.
This comic is the brainchild of my husband, who is an H.P. Lovecraft fan. He’s slowly turning me into one, too, by reading me Lovecraft’s short stories, but so far most of my familiarity comes from listening to Solstice Carols (parody Christmas carols) by the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society (you can look the carols up on youtube).
This comic is drawn from Lovecraft’s short story “The Statement of Randolph Carter,” published in 1920.
This idea came about when my husband was reminiscing about his time in the army. When he had all of his gear on, it weighed more than he did (though he did not actually fall over). It reminded me of the old myth that medieval knights needed to be hoisted into the saddle with a crane.
Also, I have no idea how the modern military functions without pockets.
How to make instant applesauce….
Something a little different for the (bonus) final day of Inktober. This one will have its own blog post.
Lab Mice 