Here is a portrait of a Certain Baby and her gnu friend flying through the top of a forest in a bathtub. Yes the tap got squished: the gnu kicked it getting in, it is not a big gnu but it’s a pretty small tub, what can you do.
Ohhhhh what can you do, gnu- you do you, gnu! You true blue gnu, you my boo gnu, doobeedoo gnu
And they told me I should not become a professional lyricist
I admit I was GOING to draw a rather excellent proposed concept this week which involved Babies and Llamas and Trees and all sorts but this may have to wait until next week/I have acquired a time machine
I was looking for interesting documentaries the other day and found something about the experience of chickens in the Ukraine war, which I was rather intrigued by; but when I looked again it was about children, not chickens. Which I guess is a more reasonable topic especially if your target audience is humans, but sometimes you just want to watch an in depth interview with a chicken and who is catering for that? The war context isn’t necessary – a simple day in the life piece would be lovely. Maybe with a quick look into chicken philosophy, to add some depth. C’mon documentary people, this shouldn’t be hard!
Hullo internets! This is Germaine, she lives in human nostrils – she is very helpful in getting them clean, being rather bristly. Less useful for general breathing purposes however, as she is also exactly nostril-sized…
In other news, I am going to go for a once-a-week doodle instead of a daily one for a while – I still do exist on a day-to-day basis though, promise! X
I read somewhere that slugs really hate coffee and that it’s a good way to keep them away from things you don’t want them near, so I thought letting them have a romance would be nice for for Valentine’s Day.
Oh also I tried to draw the slug’s mouth tentacle things as a pencil moustache- I know it doesn’t come across but thought the idea was cute.
I have been asked how many angels can fit on top of a Christmas tree… in truth, it depends very much on the angel. This one is a class V4, which have a particularly high density and largish size; a class B2, on the other hand, could hang out with about seven million of its friends and they would not even be visible to the naked eye. This V4 has dislodged a few hundred thousand B2s, who are all chittering in angry chorus; I believe it sounds like the tinkle of tiny bells…