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don’t feed the birds

Wednesday, November 8th, 2006

Hiya. 🙂

Drawing this comic reminded me of when I lived on the third floor of this old apt. building in Berlin.  The window had this outside ledge where we would leave breadcrumbs for the pigeons.  Watching them dive down and feed was magic.  Unfortunately, the rest of the bulding didn’t agree and gathered as an angry mob outside our door one day to curse us and explain pigeons were the root of all evil.  German’s not my native tongue, but I got the message, “stop feeding the birds or we shall bludgeon you”.  🙁  Later, when the weather grew cold, that same ledge became our refridgerator, but that’s another story.

On another note, I am on a mission to rid the world of the expression “woot”.  I think “Hooo” should be the replacement.  Thanks Hard Gay!

Stay tuned for a bonus comic that I will probably slip in on Tuesday.  It’s a lil one time spin-off from today’s strip and has different characters in it, so check it out.

Have a great week!


11 Responses to “don’t feed the birds”

  1. CottonFluff Says:

    … Is that MISTER Peanut ih his hand?

  2. Gabe Says:

    HOOOOOO! 😉

  3. calan Says:

    CottonFluff: it just might be. Stay tuned for the bonus comic next week. 😛

    Gabe: Hoooooo squared!

  4. Daniel Says:

    Hoooo! Don’t put anymore Hard Gay links up on your comic page though. I spent an hour on HG and almost forgot to read the strip;)

  5. Sansarya Says:

    HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Good plan Kaia! 😀

  6. Chris Hallbeck Says:

    I love the pose Vendetta is in in panel two. She has a perfect jerky/extra nice body language going on.

  7. Toni Bentham Says:

    This reminds me of Stephen King’s “It”. Wasn’t there a giant bird somewhere in there? I’m pretty sure one of It’s forms was a giant bird.

  8. calan Says:

    Thanks Chris. You are too kind.

    Toni – I don’t recall. I haven’t seen that movie in years. Clowns scare the bejesus out of me.

    We used to have this really old wine bottle that was this weird ass clown statue…peeling paint, evil eyebrows, maniacal grin, the works. The thing was from Italy and I’m not sure how we acquired it, but I’m guessing it belonged to my grandparents. Anyway, there was a period of time where Hector (that’s what I called him) sat on the back of the toilet. O.o Every trip to the bathroom became an epic adventure of facing my fears. I would murmer kind words to him so he wouldn’t kill me.

    As I got older I slipped him into the linen closet but that was just as bad. Hector peering out in the dark recesses of the closet when I just wanted a fresh towel was not much fun.

    I’m not sure what became of the lil creep. He just seemed to disappear one day.

    *chokes back scream*

  9. Chris Hallbeck Says:

    Wow, how cool would it be if I knew what brand of wine that was and tracked down an empty bottle and mailed it to you. Although I would have to have some sort of film crew there to film your reaction and then put it up on youtube.

  10. Toni Bentham Says:

    It may have just been in the book, not the movie. A bunch of things were changed around for the movie, I know that, though it was better than a lot of book-adaptions-into-movies that happen.

  11. calan Says:

    O.o Chris is mean!

    Well i just googled some and can’t find this particular bottle anywhere. no even ebay..gasp! Everything I saw was on the “jolly” side (still scarey imo) but ole Hector was pure evil and nothing I found came close.

    I did clip some lame clown urban legend from http://www.snopes.com

    “A girl is babysitting two little girls while the parents are out for dinner. The girls are sent to go to bed downstairs but they return to the babysitter complaining that a statue is staring at them. They wanted her to cover the statue up so they could go to bed. The babysitter walked downstairs and saw a small clown statue looking at the girls bed. She did not want to break it or anything while she covered it up, so she called the girl’s mom. The mom advised her she did not have a small clown statue. Mom further advised to get the girls out of the house and call the cops.

    The resolution is that the “clown statue” was a midget dressed as a clown who was schizophrenic and in a catatonic state. He had been hid out in the house for a week.”

    And now for some truth…

    “Before we entirely dismiss the “killer clown statue” as naught but folklore, it should be noted that there has been at least one verifiable case of such a figure attacking someone. In 1992, in Noblesville, Indiana, a Ronald McDonald clown statue toppled onto a six-year-old girl, severing the fleshy part of her fingertip.”

    Incidentally the McDonalds near me remodeled and has these horrific headshots of Ronald in what can only be described as a greasy blow up doll pose. His mouth is open in this big round O and he looks like a pedophile.



    maybe i should install a forum on this site…lol. we sure are a chatty bunch. 😛

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