July 17th, 2007

martini girl

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

As promised, opening the thread now. However, since I now have the HelloMetro link, do not think you can beat me THIS time on the observation of the suck.

Well, don't assume anyway....

ETA: And heeerrrree we go:

PANEL 1: Robin, apprently waking from his Benedryl induced nap, comes stumbling down the stairs. When my younger siblings were toddlers, they climbed down stairs while holding on to the balcony. Though I consider them intelligent, obviously Roboin is the Albert Einstein of the Pattersons, as he can navigate down steep stairs with no issue but cannot say, tell mud apart from chocolate. Also, that constant switching between two year old vocab and 5 year old vocab. Though these stairs look shorter than we've seen them, I'm just going to go with, I don't know, we're used to them from the side? Look, it's been established that whoever draws this sucks in proportion; I feel no need to go on. According to Yahoo's colorists, Elly's color scheme is somewhere between "dull" and "lame." Why change now?

Question: Isn't it funnier to read Robin as saying "NOM NOM NOM" aka an lol cat? I say yes.


PANEL 2: Robin has mumps suddenly and Dee notices he has something in his mouth. I was thinking yesterday (in retrospect), that child-proofing the place should be done before redecorating. I mean, I didn't mention it because I gave them the benfit of the doubt, I mean trust me, kids put anything in their mouths! Why, i put an ant covered cookie in my mouth because I reasoned the cookie would outtaste the ants! Good thing Dee notices though; and Ithink I need to explain why.

PANEL 3: ROBIN PUT A TACK IN HIS MOUTH. Carpet, or bulletin board? I hope it's the latter, so I don't have to envision that DeenMike are ripping up carpet like mad with no regard to their offspring. That's a lovely shirt Robin has on, btw; my mother once had a dish towel in that pattern. I'm not joking. Dee is dressed like a hot dog. Or at least in the theme of hot dog.

PANEL 4: Oh..it's one Mike stuck back there. As usual, Mike ignores his child's endangerment in favor of calling attention to him. Dee asks the question we all ask. No, not, "Why am I with you?"; I meant the one pertaining to this strip. No, still not that question. Just this strip. As if you've never followed this strip ever.

PANEL 5: Okay, so Mike stuck a tack in the hall closet what...21 years ago (I think) and now his son eats it. I tell ya, the hijinks, the hilarity, hte madcap shenanigans...you may have the whole seat reserved, but you only need the edge this week, folks!!
martini girl

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Thanks everyone for all the compliments and show of support this week. I joke about the pain, but I am honestly having fun with it.

Oh, and about the icon: I havne't found the artist yet, although I did look up Jay Anacleto (sp?) and it does look like it COULD be his. Since I'm now curious, let's just say that I created this piece of art. That way, the true artist will appear on here to call me out, and the mystery is solved!

As usual, the thread is open and I will be back soon.

ETA: Another exciting chapter in the Housening serial begins!!


PANEL 1: The hall closet is open (although, I guess NOT the one where Robin found the tack. Because, how could he have gotten back there? Is this downstairs?). As is his usual pose, Robin stands there with his fingers in his mouth (probably placing bits of glass in there). Great close-up on Deanna, who prefers to clean with her eyes closed. Is she doing this so she'll be able to know the layout of the room even if it's, say, clogged by smoke? Is she combining naptime with vaccuuming? How can she hear Meredith over the vaccuum?

PANEL 2: Robin also now has echolalia on top of everything else we've diagnosed him with. However, he puts his own spin on it by mispronouncing "photographs." By the break-up of the word, I assume he's chanting it. Robin is a strange little boy.

No, how DOES she hear them? I can't hear someone next to me if I'm vaccuuming. I need me one of them there quiet type ones. Unless...the clenaing is a ruse to not have to spend time with them, and in her giddiness over the clever-clever of the plan, she forgot to PLUG IT IN? OH Dee...the buzzing in your head is from the anti-depressant and wine mixture. The best-laid plan, m'dear.

PANEL 3: "We'll look at them after I've finished my work, okay? We'll look at them later!" This sentence bugs me. It's very first grade play. You know, "I am an apple! I am healthy! I am a fruit!" And I'd say, well that makes sense since they are young children, but...I don't know. Maybe it's the exclamation point, or the fact that, in the time it takes her to say this, as opposed to: "After I'm done. Just wait a minute, okay?" or "Com e help Mommy and then we can all look at them," Robin and Meredith have gotten bored, wandered off, and found a rolling chair somewhere to push it down the hall as they hover a few inches off the ground. Now, we KNOW it's to use as a sort of ladder, but for a brief moment, I pretend they're playing Ambulance, and Robin is emitting his usual onomotopaeic sounds. This also works with the chair ladder, as they could be pretending to "rescue" the albums. Wow, imagination is AWESOME!

PANEL 4: Deanna is picking up a shirt, or dusting the floor. Or something. Is that the bed? How very strange it looks.

And we hear the crash.

PANEL 5: You'll look at the abums now? Uh...Dee, your kids just brought an entire shelf of big, heavy assed books on them. Actually, Robin looks like they fell all around him. Perhaps he has some kind of force field around him that keeps him safe from his sister trying to kill him.

Seriously, though. Uh-uh. Meredith needs those jagged lines to denote screeching, and. even if Robin hadn't been hit, the sheer surprise of it would probably have him crying too, out of fright.

Yeah I don't know. I'd probably enjoy this more if it didn't seem like Dee was constantly some sort of flake.

As for "Where's Michael?" I would like to point out that he probably couldn't hear any of this over the insulation of the attic.