Presenting “Bring Me a Dream” in wacky alterno-vision color! Note: wacky alterno-vision color appears exactly like normal RGB color on the majority of LCD TFT monitors. In order to purchase your very own Alterno-Vision Color Monitor, please send one dollar to:

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Have you ever been really really stressed out but not realized it until you suddenly, by happenstance, got some rest, and realized how much you needed it? And found your opinions and attitudes about things changing as a result? That’s what’s just happened to me. Mostly it’s good stress - keeping busy and that. But man, yesterday I decided to just watch a bunch of movies, and it did me waaaaay more good than I expected.

Today’s cartoon is dedicated to Tracy, and completes the Pregnancy of Fluffy trilogy. Hope you like it.

- Actually, this should probably not only be dedicated to Tracy, but co-credited to her; a very sizable chunk of it comes directly from her reports of peoples’ reactions to her ‘condition.’ She is, of course, nowhere near so unpleasant as Fluffy is being here, but that’s the trouble with having a Vincent Macropod avatar; it’s never a representation of you at your best.

Another joke (or two) at the expense of the Creationists this week. It’s funny; I’m not on some big anti-Creationist jag in my daily life these days, at least not more than usual. It does happen. Sometimes I spend a coupla days pretty worked up. Not recently, though. And yet, when it’s cartoon-makin’ time, it just seems to come out. Ah well.

Ma, get the shotgun, the cartoon’s in the carrots again!

It’s dedicated to Mike Callies.

- So the conversation that inspired this one went like this: I was bitching to Mike about a book I’d bought off Amazon, that purported to be a cryptozoological investigation of living pterosaurs in New Guinea, but turned out to be Creationist screed for about half of it.
Mike: What the hell? Where in the Bible does it say anything about living pterosaurs?
Me: Well, there’s the part where the Apostle Paul flies to Thessaly, in this rock thing on the back of a giant pterosaur. After the pterosaur says a quip of some kind.
Mike: “It’s a living.”
Me: (laughter)
Mike: “Oh, my aching back!”

- The quotes around “University” are a cheap shot, even for me. This I admit. Not taking it back, though.

- The spellcheck for WordPress doesn’t accept “pterosaur”! Go to hell, spellcheck for WordPress!

Presenting Vincent Macropod in “Communicato.” Enough said!

It’s April first as I type this. When I woke up this morning, there was at least six inches of new snow on the ground. Have I mentioned I’m leaving this ludicrous nightmare of a town? Jesus Christ.

Please enjoy the lil’ ol’ cartoon. And good night, everybody. Good night.

Enjoy Vincent Macropod in “The Right Man.” Normally I run all of my colors by MK’s watchful eye before posting, but due to his illness, and the extreme lateness of the hour in which I finished (i.e. several minutes ago), I’m simply hoping for the best on this one!

Oh, there is much to be told. Much! But I’m really, really sick right now, so I’ll have to tell you later. It can wait. Here’s a cartoon.

- So obviously, I was at the protest in question, though I was not among the arrested. It was my first trip to San Francisco, and the first time I’d ever seen such a protest. It was singular; a real live protest full of real live angry, organized protesters. My midwestern ass had never seen the like. They had their own marching band! The police of the city were almost as remarkable, though. They let the protesters shut down a major intersection for about two hours before they got to arrestin’, and when they did get to it, they did so casually, almost convivially. Arresters and arrestees alike ranged from the smiling and cheerful to the merely casual! Like they didn’t know their roles. Astounding.

“Why Are You Taking Our Christmas Tree,” presented in (in)glorious RGB color! As you may notice, this week’s color is pretty trash. I’ve been working on it since a day before I came down with another illness, this one indeterminate of origin, terrible of symptom, swift and merciless in its progression. So let’s just have it up and be done with it! Moving on to bigger and brighter things!

Yes, I know, this one’s a little late to the ballgame. Nobody cares about Cloverfield any more! But then, I sort of jumped the gun with the Sweeney Todd one, so maybe this evens it out?

Again I write to you from the far-distant past, which is to say, last Thursday. So I don’t know how my week went. Maybe I am dead by now! And this post shall be my last mortal communication. If so, please be advised: I would like to be brought back to life somehow. A shambling mockery of life will do.

Anyway, cartoon!

No, I’m sorry. It doesn’t get any classier.

By now, it’s a cliche to talk about how much the late Gary Gygax changed one’s life, at least among the people with whom I associate. But that doesn’t make it any less true. I shudder to think what manner of productive member of society I might have become, were it not for his invention. I didn’t agree with his philosophies about the hobby much while he was alive, but still I owe him a debt of gratitude. A debt of gratitude manifesting as a ludicrous cartoon.

Annotations!

- Gloriously, or horrifyingly, if you prefer, I didn’t have to look up any of the references in this cartoon. It’s all in my brain, and presumably will be forever, long after the Alzheimer’s has robbed me of my memories of friends and family. I did look up the spelling of “Farastu (Tarry) Demodand,” though. Also, the first Neo-otyugh picture is copied from the Monster Manual. Smile and all!

- They’d be on Dungeon Level 7, by the way, if there’s a Neo-otyugh. That, I did look up.