Today's Cul de Sac, January 9, 2011

Some may have noticed that the Sunday strip was a rerun from a few years ago. But wait, it gets worse. The strip from a few years ago was a reworking of a Post Magazine strip from almost exactly 5 years ago. If I dig far enough it may turn out I actually first drew this when I was twelve.

Today's Cul de Sac, January 1 Through 16, 2011

Time for another breathless sprint through several thousand Cul de Sacs.

Here ends the story of the epergne, until somebody finds it in the hall closet and drags it out again. I try to avoid making dad the clumsy, foot-in-mouth fallguy, but somebody's gotta handle those duties.

There are few times more fraught with drama at Blisshaven than Sharing Time. The intensity of competing to see who can share the most impressive item must bring the pressure in the classroom up to the level of the Marianis trench. It looks like Beni's brought in a spork. Bold move.

This better be good. This strip's needed a dog in it for years.

From what I can see, that is a really great drawing of a dog.

Petey's only other documented fight wasn't much to see, even if he did win it.

And if you'll check the previous link, you'll notice that Petey's already done a soil erosion diorama using actual dirt. Is no one doing continuity for this thing?

I always enjoyed it when teachers would give a class assignment that didn't involve just writing an essay or suchlike busywork. I had a 6th grade teacher who'd let me draw my homework if it was something like a vocabulary list; I'd define the word by illustrating it (helped my grade along I'm sure). I'm all for assignments that make room for anything up to and including interpretive dance.

I'm getting anxious to see this dog myself.

I changed the end of this at the last minute. Marco was originally saying, "No, but the reviews are good," which is, you know. not funny. When I changed it and made Marco's eyes big I should've changed Alice's line to, "Marco! Not you too!"

Here we see that dogs are fun to draw. Though not as fun as elephants.

This definition of erosion is, I think, technically accurate.

"Blurt" is a great onomatopoeia.

Blurting Alice may stick as a nickname.

That's twice in a row that Alice has had a meltdown. If it was always so dependable it might provide a useful and harnessable form of energy. But I wouldn't want to be the one to provoke her on a regular basis.

Today's Cul de Sac, December 22 Through 31, 2010

Wherein we try to catch up some before we get a whole year behind.

Just to remind you where we left off, this is what happened on December 21.

And this is what happened on December 22.

I'm sick with pride over this strip as it is undoubtably the first comic strip in the long history of the art form to feature the contrabassoon in actual graphically rendered form. And of course the fact that it's being played by an elf pushes the whole thing from the realm of the unlikely into the kingdom of the utterly impossibly fantastically absurd.

Or so I thought. The above photo was sent to me by Lewis Lipnick, who for 40 years has been a bassoonist and the contrabassoonist for the National Symphony Orchestra. And once, too briefly, he was the Hanukkah Elf at the NSO Christmas Pops concert in 2005, where he played a series of Chopin pieces arranged for contra and orchestra. According to Lew's email, none of the guys in the orchestra knew he was going to show up in Hanukkah Elf duds. Lew says, "So when I walked out on stage wearing red and green tights, pixie shoes and an elf hat, the orchestra and audience both lost it. People in the hall were going nuts, and the guys in the band were laughing so hard that we had to wait for them to compose themselves before we started the piece." And the explanation for the Hanukkah Elf playing Chopin is that, obviously, Chopin's cousin twice removed wrote the Dreidel Song.

This is the kind of thing that makes the performing arts so glamorous and leaves the graphic arts in the dust.

Somehow even Christmas Eve is a little bit of a letdown after that.

I snuck downstairs at least once at 4 AM on Christmas.

This seems awfully unheartwarming for a Christmas strip.

I often read the comments left on Gocomics by readers. One that can be left under any strip on any day is "this won't end well." So I'll just say, this won't end well.

Too few comic strips with kids have them actively playing with toys, and it seems like natural territory to cover in a kid strip. A few Peanuts strips and lots of Calvin & Hobbes did it, but most kid-play, if reduced to a narrative, is probably too random and expansive to lend itself easily to the confines of a strip.

Epergne is just too fun a word not to be used in conversation at least once a week. And as an object, the epergne has an ornate Edward Gorey gruesomeness that's hard to resist.

This opens up a lot of plot possibilities, I think.

This is just a mashup of the last few strips.

We were in a restaurant last night and my wife said, "There goes a Dill hat!" And sure enough, a small child in a purple, double tasseled Dill special walked by. If I could just find one in my size I'd probably run screaming.

Today's Cul de Sac, January 2 2011

Time having somehow gotten ahead of me I'll post this one and work backwards to wherever I left off. Which seems appropriate for a time travel strip.

Science fiction has probably used every possible permutation of time travel, though I'm not sure when the go-back-and-slap-yourself variant might've been tried. I'd meant Petey to be a bit grimmer in his take on time travel but he ended up being kinda cheerfully fatalistic and, in the fourth panel, almost wise. He's obsessive and self conscious enough that, if he was given the power of time travel, he'd undoubtably use it to relive awkward moments and berate himself. But he wouldn't take the extra effort to go back slightly further in time to avoid that awkward moment.

I'd thought about ending this with a future-Petey showing up in the last panel with his hand raised to smack the now-Petey and the now-Petey saying, "What'd I do now?" But I didn't. And yes, I photoshopped the Petey in panel one from panel two. Either I'd screwed up the drawing of panel-one-Petey or panel-two-Petey just travelled back in time.

More Happy New Year

When I was a kid, we'd watch Guy Lombardo and at midnight, under the watchful eyes of my parents, we'd go outside, bang pot lids together and yell Happy New Year. We didn't this year; there was no Guy Lombardo so we watched the Marx Brothers and when midnight rolled around we weren't inspired enough to make a racket. Oh well.

This is an old CdS from the Post Mag and I've posted it before. These are lazy days.

From All of Us to All of You

A very happy new year! And a reminder: you've only got a few hours to take care of those Resolutions for 2011.

Francis Pharcellus Church

I did this in 1997, on the 100th anniversary of the editorial, and I'm reposting it here from the last two year's Christmastime blog. It's all true, though I might've exaggerated the moustache.

Merry Christmas

Right now most I'm unable to access most of my computer stuff, including email, as I'm outta town, so I'm patching this together from an old post. Thank you all for all your comments, support, suggestions, jokes, complaints, insights and just for reading this stuff. I hope you all have a lovely holiday season (is that general enough to cover everybody?) and that 2011 is in every way an improvement on 2010!

Today's Cul de Sac, December 20 & 21, 2010

 So this time I thought we'd view the audience instead of the Holiday Concert, and just to heighten the drama I threw in whatsername from way back when.

First let me just say that I'm a big fan of the contrabassoon. It sounds like nothing else and adds a growly undertow to some of my favorite orchestral pieces and it's physically imposing. Most instruments are evolved, not planned, and the cb is one of the more exotic developments. But you know, it does go urngk urngk.

Reminder of Another Book Signing

I'll be signing whatever Cul de Sac books are put in front of me at the brand spanking new One More Page bookstore tomorrow, Monday, December 20th from 7 till 9 PM. One More Page is located at 2200 N. Westmoreland Street, #101, in Arlington VA, phone 703-300-9746, just a few blocks west of the Lee Highway exit off Route 66. The signing will likely take place right next door at the party room that's part of the condominiums upstairs. I'm told there'll be coffee and snacks and a fireplace. Everybody please come support indie booksellers in general and proprietor Eileen McGervey in particular!

One More Page pre-opening. The little paper in the window is notice of application for a liquor license. Finally, a bookstore with its priorities straight.

Today's Cul de Sac, December 19, 2010 With Bonus Almanack

 This follows nicely on Saturday's strip, which is pretty impressive as I drew the Sunday a month or so ago but only did the Saturday a few weeks back. And that's the only thing that's impressive about it really; the Sunday strip has a few good moments but it needs a stronger finish. Mr. Otterloop just didn't come through with a sharp enough zinger. But Petey's dense wad of foil makes me happy.

So here's an Almanack from 2006. Some of the jokes are outdated, but it's got a decent Christmas sweater gag and I like the Alastair Sim/Peter Billingsley mashup.

Today's Cul de Sac, December 10 Through 18, 2010

Our semi-annual dash through a week's plus worth of Cul de Sac.

 Clapping rhythmically is an important social skill.

 This is a variation on a yearly purchase by Mrs. Otterloop. Last year's sweater kept displaying Halloween and the Fourth of July before finally, in a moment of great and heart-stirring beauty, erupting in Christmas.

 This was fun to draw, in a lazy kinda way.

 There's a joke in here somewhere, I'm almost sure.

 The best thing in this is: Petey stops wagging his foot in the center panel.

 I always suspected they shared a fashion sense.

 These hats exist, and people do put them on their heads.

 And they are fun to draw.

Christmas trees are likewise fun to draw. I did a whole series of Christmas Tree Almanacs, which I'll post when I get the time and Hell freezes over. Mr. Otterloop's last line is lifted from one of them.

Happy Birthday

Beethoven!

Reminder of Exciting Upcoming Thing Again!