I suppose you're wondering what this is all about. Well, it's a fundraiser for breast cancer. Here's the scoop, and you won't get a lot of this without the background story.
I should not have spent the morning doing this. Rob will kill me for not working on Swill, and I will kill me for not working on the novel or my grammar homework. But if I didn't get this out of my head, I was going to keep waking myself up with the giggles from thinking about it.
See, this is going out onto a child-friendly site. So the question is -- how many of these can Peter post before he loses his nerve in the face of their basic horribleness?
So what I'm doing here is playing PC chicken for breast cancer stakes. My mother actually would be proud of me; I got it from her.
This was fun and easy and I'm wondering if maybe I shouldn't do more along these lines...
And just for the record. My mom didn't just have a deeply sick sense of humor; she died of cancer. So did my grandfather. And so on and so forth. I've got a big fat lump in my neck that's probably a cyst.
Cancer is everywhere, all the time, for everybody. Honestly, if I have to explain to you why unavoidable tragedy is hilarious, you really should steer clear of my stuff.
RAHR!!
6 comments:
This is awesome, from the writing right on down to the clear style and messy sketches.
I'll bring this up here instead of there - sometimes I wonder why we need Art Evolved or other sites to be so "child-friendly". The links leaving Art Evolved are not always to child friendly fare, and hey - it's the internet. As someone once said, why do we need to make the whole thing safe for 8 year olds?
Amen Glendon!
Hey, any time you want to lower the tone of the joint, I'm right over here.
Maybe there will be more pink dinosaurs. I've had this riff on the idea of motherhood as drug-fueled sex romp that should prove fairly abominable.
BOOBIES!
cool palaeo booby salvation squad!
well done!
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