Today's Cul de Sac, March 15 to April 3, 2011

 In a blinding burst of speed we go blazing right through today and into the future!

Like I said, this keeps happening to Petey. I think he's starting to enjoy it.

If Andre hears about Pevey he's going to want a secret identity too.

Between the time Alice wastes getting ready for bed and waking up for nightmares I can't imagine she's getting enough sleep. No wonder she's kinda cranky.

Though it looks like she's also enjoying herself.

 Maybe enjoying herself too much.

This has happened before, you know.

Bedtime entertainment is a wide-open field in the arts if you're looking for a job in a related field (I hope you're listening, Julie Taymor).

This is a well-known fact.

Running around and making noise is how I usually handled sports, so I never got around to learning the rules of most games.

I was afraid someone might complain about the ball rolling into the street.

Beni in for Andre and Petey.

Those wooden paddle spoons have mostly been supplanted by plastic spoons. This is probably epochal.

 I'm hoping that Petey hasn't discovered a latent talent for soccer. It might spoil his life.

Sssshhh. This doesn't come out till tomorrow, but I'm sneaking it in (of course, half the papers in the country deliver Sunday supplements on Saturday). Dill's poignantly strange toy first appeared in Christmas of 2007. I hope nobody plays with it from a range of more than four feet away unless they're wearing protective gear.

Today's Cul de Sac, March 14 to 20, 2011

 I look forward to drawing Andre playing soccer.

 This keeps happening to Petey, like maybe twice a year.

 Leaving unfinished jokes lying around means you can bring them back again and pretend you've accomplished an actual punchline.

 And I keep drawing this somewhat sinister playground.

 I'd like to make the playground an actual character. Here it looks a bit like Howl's Moving Castle, which if you haven't seen you should.

 Take that, singing cartoon animals.

This  is not too different from the way I work sometimes. When stuck for an idea I've often contemplated cutting up old strips, strewing them all over the floor and mixing & matching them until they seem to make sense. Or I'll just bring back the tiny missing clown.

Today's Cul de Sac, March 7 to 13, 2011

We've fallen behind again. How does this happen?

 This week was all about the fun of drawing mud.

 And at some point it occurred to me: how did she get out there anyway?

 I just hoped that it didn't occur to anyone else, that everyone would be too caught up in the riveting drama to question the logic. Like a Hollywood movie.

 But you have to admit, that is some nicely drawn mud.

 She skipped. Of course, how simple.

 Thus ends one of the randomest weeks of strips I ever foisted on an unsuspecting yet disinterested public. I do like the idea that 15 minutes to her mother equals days to Alice.

This is a salute to all those double reed wind players out there, especially those who can manage circular breathing (I tried it and all I can manage is rhomboidal).

Today's Cul de Sac, February 28 to March 6, 2011

It's time to claw our way somewhat closer to present-day.

 The pre-Alicians were first mentioned in early 2009.

 Or more likely, the hairdo is immortal and Miss Bliss is its present avatar.

 Petey's semi-aversion to being photographed was first shown here.

 Marcus briefly had his own blog, putatively run by his mother, until a certain unnamed person lost interest in it.

This could've been expanded on. And I wish I'd pulled the face in that second panel even more. It looked more distorted when drawn at 5 inches tall, the usual size I draw these things.

 Boy, now that plot will really take off.

Trees are among my favorite things to draw. I may drop the human characters from the strip and introduce a flock of comic birds so I can draw trees all the time.

Today's Cul de Sac, February 14 to 27, 2011

Uh-oh, the weeks have flown by and once again the supposed purpose of this blog (to force people to read Cul del Sac) has been ignored.

Rutherford B. Hayes has long had a vital place in the life of America's children. Just look at the following Almanac from the early 2000s (which is at least somewhat historically accurate).

So really it's hard to justify Petey's aversion to Hayes in the following strips.

The fun part of this for me was putting in Petey's little under-table gestures.

I had originally planned another shoebox diorama, but c'mon, it's getting a little old. The third panel above was taken from some of my favorite Ah-ha moments in various movies, where someone gives the protagonist an unwitting insight and he gets to say all that "I could kiss you" stuff. The B. stands for Beard; most people, especially historians, don't know this.

Someone pointed out that there has been an actual pop-up comic book. However, until I'm told otherwise, I claim this as the first pop-op comic strip.

Even though it doesn't really pop-op. And I claim this as the second.

On the other hand, I hope some kid somewhere has done this.

When I was in lower grade school all the music appreciation stuff we got dealt with the stories music told. It's a hard habit to shake.

I've been trying to find a role for Loris as she's kind of an untethered character. Maybe she needs her own Sunday strip, like Roscoe Sweeny was Buz Sawyer's comic-relief friend who took over the Sunday page duties.

Clowns again. Clowns are comedy gold, but not the way they intend to be.

The ceiling in panel two was fun to draw, the crowd scene in panel three less so.

Poor Kevin.

And poor Marcus too. I'm starting to feel sorry for my characters, which can be a hindrance to writing for them

This is because I forgot to draw a Valentines Day strip. It was overcome by Rutherford B. Hayes.

This was an excuse to draw in a childlike style. The punchline came much later. A drawing fight does sound like fun, but then I played Pictionary recently and got creamed.