This entire arc has been based on a joke I ran with after adopting the Ninja Twins. One had corrective naval surgery while at NSAL, and had three stitches in his little furry body. And so it was that for weeks on end, they would tell everyone who would listen tales of their bravery, how they’d been shot at in the jungle, how they had to pimp their bodies for food, how the mob was after them…I thought it was where they put the poly-fill in, myself. Even the vets at the shelter think it was a sort of hernia, no one really knows the truth…except for the cats.
I’m a bit smug about these most recent strips.
I feel like I’ve really been drawing lately. *sniffle* I mean, I’ve drawn a proper foot. This is a big moment for me. For the Ninja twins as well, because this chapter of their story is almost wrapping up, and they’ve managed to get the fish and everything.
I’ve got expanding foam in a can all over my hands at the moment, because I forgot to wear gloves while falling onto a stream of expanding foam. Expanding foam in a can is not as soft and squishy as its counterpart, the pillow. Then again, in its unexpanded stage, it’s not as large as a pillow and therefore not much help when it comes between one’s arse and some concrete.
I have nothing to say on the new Star Wars DVDs, as I haven’t seen them yet, as I haven’t got that kind of money lying around. Yes, really. By the time I see them, however, the smoke of fandom-at-large will have cleared, so I will say this now:
I like all the versions of the movies (I like the prequels too, but that’s another story for another time). I know what’s been changed from the Special Editions to the extra-crispy editions and it simply does not destroy my world. Yes, the loss of Yub Nub and Lapti Nek is tragic, but I still have my pre-THX remastered versions to watch and, being I’m easily entertained, the fact that the Rancor on the tape is of a completely different hue than his surroundings does not make me puke. Not as much as watching my old home videos. Boy, I could not aim a camera directly at anyone for more than .04 of a second back then.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Red Leader dies. He never gets there. Not like Porkins. Porkins has been there. That is all that matters. Remember that.
That and I’m enjoying making my comic way more than talking about Star Wars.
As my little storyteller.
It will pass, however. I just need to let the allergy medicine kick in again.
I leave you with the knowledge that I like to sew. I’m pretty good at it, I mean, even though I’ve sewn a great many things to my own body parts, it all ends up looking how I’d planned, except for that dress that time….
I also need to know if Scorpions ten times the size of one’s head, such as the one in Dragon’s Eye, like to go on nature walks in Appalachia, and, if they do, do they adhere to the guidelines on mulch use?