The doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumpelmayer’s men were coming. And then, thought Grrl Dalloway, what a morning–fresh as if issued to children on a beach.
Ooooh, and then Grrl could build a big yarn stash to the moon that she would climb and from the moon contemplate the earth in several works of crewel that would earn her fame and promised riches back on earth for which she would climb back down her stash only to discover that the world had already moved on which would cause her to bemoan the irony of her cruel creweled world.
Great strip, but I find myself agreeing with someone who commented on their declining posture a few strips ago- not to be a miss manners, but why are they always stooping now? Is the cold shadow of death weighing on their souls?
I am obsessed and delighted with the creations of man and nature and all and also comforted by the irrelevance of it all as told by the stars. Does this even make sense? I can’t figure it out but fortunately it’s a nice way to live.
January 16, 2009
Loove it.
January 16, 2009
Every time you (Dorothy) make stars I appreciate your strokes even more.
January 16, 2009
Expression on Grrl’s face in the main (fourth) panel, next to Girl’s placid expression: Peanutsesque.
January 16, 2009
wow… there’s something very artistic about today’s strip (both the drawing & the words). nice!
January 16, 2009
yooooo i jsut wanna say i love cat and girl!!
especailly cat, i mean who hell doesn’t love eating paint?
January 17, 2009
The existentialism present in this comic is palpable.
January 17, 2009
Knitting’s great. Keeps you busy and not thinking about the void.
Nice comic.
January 18, 2009
At least if Grrl could knit, she might be able to keep warm in the cold shadow of death.
January 18, 2009
Spacecakes
January 19, 2009
a tea cozy for the vastness?
January 22, 2009
The doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumpelmayer’s men were coming. And then, thought Grrl Dalloway, what a morning–fresh as if issued to children on a beach.
January 24, 2009
Ooooh, and then Grrl could build a big yarn stash to the moon that she would climb and from the moon contemplate the earth in several works of crewel that would earn her fame and promised riches back on earth for which she would climb back down her stash only to discover that the world had already moved on which would cause her to bemoan the irony of her cruel creweled world.
March 2, 2009
what’s so perfect about space?
April 23, 2009
This one is really good.
August 27, 2009
I would like a wallpaper of that center panel.
October 16, 2009
Great strip, but I find myself agreeing with someone who commented on their declining posture a few strips ago- not to be a miss manners, but why are they always stooping now? Is the cold shadow of death weighing on their souls?
December 29, 2009
I am obsessed and delighted with the creations of man and nature and all and also comforted by the irrelevance of it all as told by the stars. Does this even make sense? I can’t figure it out but fortunately it’s a nice way to live.
January 18, 2010
Girl (and Grrrl for that matter) needs a chiropractic and she needs one NOW.
January 18, 2010
And by that I mean a chiropractor.