2019-03-01 – the furniture chronicles (episode 1)

(2019-03-01) the furniture chronicles 3
What happens to the basement table stays on the basement table. And is usually splattered on the walls and scattered across the floor.

It’s been awhile. As usual, the problem is lack of ideas and not lack of will or opportunity. Sigh. I’m trying to get past the barrier of waiting for or trying to think of the perfect cartoon idea—the whole “the perfect is the enemy of the good [or at least adequate]” thing—but old habits die hard. I’m working on being more open to ideas, even if they seem ridiculous or bizarre.

And that leads us here. A project Lisa and I recently completed, to our surprise and delight, was cheaply reupholstering the chairs and bench from the table set we bought after we finished our basement. As we were working on this endeavor, it occurred to me how much abuse the poor basement table has been subjected to. It seemed as good an idea as any to get me drawing.

The usual comments, explanations, apologies, and disclaimers: In case the blonde hair isn’t enough of a clue, the girl in panel 4 is NOT Maia. I forgot to color in the cats in panel 6, so I used my old scan-print-color-scan-edit trick to overlay new, colored-in cats. Technology!


Gruss vom Krampus (2017)

2017 Krampuskarten 2017 (main)
One for the road…alas.

All of a sudden I’ve been drawing krampuskarten for four years. It still feels like a new tradition (my drawing them, that is). I’m clearly in the time-flying-by faze of life.

Anyway, here’s last year’s model. Maia and Robby got to star in the inaugural 2015 card, Beth and Lisa took 2016, so that left Todd and me. And here we are. Pretty obvious “plot,” really, given that this whole nonsense started over the annual pouring of Southern Tier’s Krampus Helles Lager.

Unfortunately, we’re near the end of that component of Krampusnacht. We noticed a sharp decline in the availability of liquid Krampus last year, to the point where Todd called Southern Tier and learned that they will no longer be brewing it. (In my mind’s eye I see a frantic, tearful Todd making this call, but I doubt that’s how it went down and I’m certain he wouldn’t appreciate that.). I managed to get my hands on a couple of bottles of Krampus (deeply discounted in Total Wine’s annual post-Krampusnacht sale)(no, not really), so we’ll be able to toast Krampus this year (and maybe in 2019).

As for this drawing, I once again employed what is perhaps my favorite computer-aided cartooning trick: blowing up an area where fine detail is needed, then shrinking it back into the original drawing. Unfortunately, as is so often the case, it’s too hard to see the fine detail once the drawing has been shrunk.

Gruss vom Krampus (2016)

Krampus kard 2016
admiring the Christmas trim

Here’s my Krampuskarten from last year. As always, nobody comes out looking especially like themselves, though I think my version of Krampus himself is pretty consistent from Krampuskarten 2015.

Taking Krampus in a bit of a different direction here. As I understand it, he’s really about punishing the bad kids. Here he’s just lech-ing out on the womens. But that seems like something he’d do. If and when Krampusnacht catches on in the US—I still can’t believe it hasn’t—you can bet that this will be added to Krampus’s MO.

Quick housekeeping note: I’m going to start tagging people by first name only, and I may even go back and change the tags of my previous posts. I got some unwanted attention/feedback when tagees from previous posts came up in Google searches (but I’ll admit to being pleased that my blog posts showed up in the search results!).