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Posted on April 22, 2022October 5, 2023 by ThatLady — 5 Comments

GHOSTESESES

I currently reside in an old 1900 farmhouse.

It’s in God’s Country, Ohio.

The neighbors are pretty friendly too.

Mr. Tibbs
[I am friends with all 7,334 cats]

Whilst cleaning one fine evening, I gazed beneath my stove and discovered a dead body! A. DEAD. MOUSE. BODY.

DUN-DUN-DUNNNNNNNNN

The scene was horrifying. I mean, what exactly happened here?! Why under the stove? Why under MY stove? Was it an accident? Murder? Suicide?

Whatever the circumstance, my house now has a GHOST MOUSE. As fate would have it, there were also LIVE mice. They were squatters and were pretty active squatters at that.

It comes with the harvest-time territory: plow the fields, the mice find new digs. Not one of those 7,334 cats offered assistance. Immediately I researched “Mouse Landlord Rights: The Politics of Eviction” and found this:

The CaptSure Original Humane Mouse Traps, Easy to Set, Kids/Pets Safe, Reusable for Indoor/Outdoor use [take breath here] for Small Rodent/Voles/Hamsters/Moles Catcher That Works. 2 Pack (Small)

The following is no exaggeration:

And when I multiplied the above equation by 2?

**THE WHISKERS’ NEW RESIDENCE**
[I wave and yell, “Hi Mr. and Mrs. Whiskers!” Whenever I drive by. Don’t judge.]

If you are in need of a catch-and-release that actually works so well it’s stupid, here is an Amazon link:
https://www.amazon.com/UPGRADED-CaptSure-Release-Reusable-Hamsters/dp/B073GRKG88

Reusable-Hamsters … HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Anyhoo

To honor the dead Grampa Whiskers (?) [I am assuming he died of natural causes unless there was a hefty life insurance policy involved] I acquired this Grampa Whiskers (?) cast iron door stop memorial. Enjoy the bunny molt and chewed walls as well.

*“Rural Home Security” is seen in the corner*

SIX MONTHS LATER

The lights began flickering on and off. Sometimes they stayed off and I would have to go flip the circuit breaker to get them on again – only to have them flicker and go out once more. “Where is your circuit box?” I’m sure you’re asking. I am so glad you asked.

But I digress …

We all know what causes these flickering lights: GHOST MICE. Well, it just so happens I own a Ouija [an Ouija?] Board. For mice. I dialed up GHOST MOUSE.

“Mr. Ghost Mouse, are you flickering my lights?”

The room was silent as the planchette began to move! E-G-R-E-G-I-O-U-S
At least I think that’s what it spelled out. The lights were flickering and Mice Ouija boards are really freaking small.

Egregious: “shocking” My god. A message from the beyond! FLICKERING LIGHTS / SHOCKING! Wait …
I walked to the hardware store for a new switch and replaced it. And now all is well.

*This post is dedicated to one of my favorite comics illustrators, LIZ CLIMO:

–THE END–

PS. Fluffy says “Hi”

Posted on January 12, 2022October 5, 2023 by ThatLady

2022 Sounds Like Science Fiction

Welp.
It’s been another long strange year. I moved. I am now in a farmhouse with my buns and an upstairs art studio (my bed, complete with Batman sheets, is up there as well).

I *love* rural life. Truly. I was born in a farming community, spent all my formidable years in one and now, it appears, I shall be buried in one.

And – that’s fine by me. Suburbia never knew what to think of me anyways.

Karen (after her yoga class) crossing the street to get away from Yours Truly.

I found a chicken cam on YouTube. I swear to God – only in Ohio …
FOWL OHIO

THE HOLLY KING

Continue reading 2022 Sounds Like Science Fiction

Posted on April 18, 2021April 18, 2021 by ThatLady — 2 Comments

Sanity Sunday—Plump Lips

I have never had lips to begin with. Ever. Then, in 2008 I contracted MRSA , was hospitalized and had not 1, but 2 surgeries. “OH MY GOSH!” you may be exclaiming. “WHERE DID YOU GET THE SURGERIES?” Well, allow me to show you:

So I am now missing part of my lower lip. It is GONE. It is also numb and I get a lot of food on myself. But that is for another Sunday.

KIDS, YOU STILL GET ACNE IN YOUR MID 50s.

You see? Paper thin to begin with minus a chunk of the lower lip.
During Covid Quarantine I adopted many hobbies. One was trying out miracle products and make-up.
Today, I take you on the LIP PLUMPER DONKEY RIDE.

No specific shout-out. Just KNOW that … getting plump lips can be expensive for a starving artist losing her mind. And I wanted you to see that I am NOT kidding. I am not a make-up person either. I am a “what you see is what you get” kinda gal.

The product is vegan friendly and cruelty free.
This product also promises to fill in those lip lines you get when you get my age and older. You know the ones: you put color on and it bleeds up your face.

Above are my lips eagerly awaiting to the plumping. The instructions advise to wait 2 to 5 minutes before decorating said Plumped Puss with lip liner, lipstick and/or gloss. So I waited. But I am not one to idle about, you know?

OK then.

See you next Sunday!

Posted on January 31, 2021October 5, 2023 by ThatLady

Elon Musk is funny

His Twitter sparks joy. There. I said it. And I am a better person for having said it.

I normally ignore the filthy rich. I can’t relate to them. Heck, I can hardly wrap my mind around the words, “expendable income”.

Remember this?

This is pretty much how I view Wall Street shenanigans:

But then GameStonk happened:

While I was keenly following the stock market like a Hedge Fund, I saw this:

Is this guy the Everyman’s billionaire?

Yes! Yes, he is.

So … I Tweeted @ him and asked if he would pay my art school student loan. I also shared my age (indicating I’ll die before I even get close) as well as my opinion that art degrees should be illegal.

ART SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL – EIGHTBALL #7 NOV 1991 – DANIEL CLOWES

I would love to have that loan gone! I would much prefer that I somehow hit big with Regarding Comic and Raging Bunnies and wipe that God forsaken loan out! Alas, I have no clue how to even begin. I’m flying by the seat of my jammy pants at any given moment.

Anyway, I remain hopeful that Daddy Musk will come through. I’ll keep you posted. </sarcasm>

From the sketchbook:

probably should have something more impressive for Mr. Musk.

ART SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL – Daniel Clowes

You’re welcome.

Posted on January 15, 2021February 1, 2021 by ThatLady — 2 Comments

NUNS

God requires that we assist the animals, when they need our help. Each being has the same right of protection.
-Francis of Assisi

I am not Catholic. If you want to label me perhaps “Heretical Non Denominational Buddhist Wiccan Kinda Believer” would cover it.
Honestly, I’m white knuckling it in the belief department.

I ddocall myself “Christian” because it’s what I seem to know most about. Well that and feminine symbolism. People would tell you otherwise about me being “Christian”. I have no problem with anyone’s path – unless the “tools” of that path are used as weapons. Stop doing that. Stop. You have no right to declare any brand dogma superior and you can’t legislate morality for the masses.

So stop it.

But I digress.

I was reading about Saint Francis of Assisi. What a cool guy! He called all of creation “Brothers” and “Sisters”.
And there is so much YES to that. I decided to write a sermon to my rabbits in the vein of Assisi.
Because this is how I roll, dagnabbit.
…….

Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord.
Psalm 150:6

Sister rabbits, praise our Creator [by any name in which we call upon the Creator] and love Them always.
They clothed you in warm fur to protect you, gave you swift legs to carry you and blessed you with a radiance of wit.

Among all of Their creatures, They made you cunning and quick. [… but first, they must catch you.]
They gave you a soft fleeting foot and a silent voice yet you rage profoundly eternal in my heart.

You are in perfect alignment and await my redemption.
You are perfect in creation.
You are blessed and a blessing.
…….

RESPONSE OF THE CONGREGATION

Humans, be kind stewards to all creation.

Posted on January 8, 2021February 1, 2021 by ThatLady — 2 Comments

2021

What a strange trip 2020 has been.

I found myself stuck in a commission. That has never happened before.

Maybe the isolation of 2020s plague got to me. Or the medical scare. Or the general state of weirdness our culture is in.

I started the commission. Stopped.
Started it again. Stopped.

Maybe I’m just getting old.
I started it yet again. Stopped again.
I was depressed and wasn’t sure what was happening.

Somewhere in there I ate an aweful lot of Oreos and received some of the most bizarre Amazon packages.

As a kid I would illustrate the situations I wanted. I called it “making things real.” I made a world where I was mystifyingly beautiful and there were winged horses and unicorns. And a cow. The cow wasn’t magic though. She was just a cow.

As an adult, I still “make things real.”

Bridge buns are brought to life [for me] and I fall in love with every one I draw.
EVERY.ONE.
They “speak” to me and I talk to them.

But there I was: stuck. Like a truck in mud: the wheels spinning but I wasn’t going anywhere.
This bun wasn’t talking to me. Stubborn boy.

One afternoon while chasing around the hot mess that is Snow – she stole one of my pencils – I realized something …

This was the *first* pencil-in-hand project that I was doing without Lance. My muse. My companion. My critic.

He would snuggle under my drawing board in and stay for as long as I did. I’d take a break and he’d look the project over, judge it, judge me, judge my existance as a whole … the way rabbits do.

I brought the hot mess that is Snow back in studio. She bit all the tips off my color pencils. She slid my rough sketches and models across the floor. She flopped a foot away from me.

Then… I drew.

Everyone – meet Thor.

Posted on October 31, 2020October 31, 2020 by ThatLady

Be on the look out –

In this, the apocalyptic year of 2020, expect the unexpected. I received notice today that our very own mad plague doctor himself, Doctor Sammy, has been spotted.

No need to fear it as a bad omen. In fact it is quite fortuitous in that tomorrow is the warren’s all time favorite holiday: HALLOWEEN!

A big “thank you” to the reader who sent this in – there truly are no words.

Welp.

Back to the drawing board. Literally!

Posted on October 15, 2020October 15, 2020 by ThatLady — 1 Comment

Election 2020!

Well … 2020 has certainly been … interesting. I am still working on Oreo Cookies [Family Packs at a time, mind you] and to say I am stir-crazy is an understatement. I am … something. So, is it any surprise that the US election is … terrifying?

I cannot guarantee a timely delivery with this product as Covid-19 is still doing a number on many industries that affect independent artists like Yours Truly. It’s … frustrating.

But, it is what it is. I hope you enjoy the buttons. I am off to order a few packs for myself. I am curious as to how gummed up the production/packaging/shipping is lately. I mean, I just received a package that I had ordered in June 2020. As in, I received it TODAY. That’s ok — it was like CHRISTMAS! “What could it be?!”
[It was a pair of shoes that are so cool because I only wear cool shoes].

Speaking of Christmas — or Yule — or Hanukkah — Kwanzaa — National Cookie Day — or if you are a poor soul with a birthday over the holiday season [raises hand],
Holiday Cards will soon be available!

And the new year will be right around the corner …

If you have an idea for a product, print, or comic feel free to shoot me an email!

Until next time:
Pass the word: tinyurl.com/RABBITWRITEIN

Huzzah!

Posted on October 1, 2020October 5, 2023 by ThatLady — 2 Comments

Travel Diary

OCT 1 2020 CALIFORNIA
I am off on a grand journey! I begin in PUH-LENTY of time for the quarantined holidays and look forward to making a “certain someone” very happy!

OCT 20 2020 OREGON
I don’t pretend to understand the mysterious ways of the United States Postal Service.
In fact, I just go with the flow. I DO know, for a fact , that for whatever reason, I am somewhere in Oregon!

NOV 15 2020 INDIANA
Hello Fellow Travelers!
At last, after a few weeks of laying low, I am almost to Ohio!
I enjoy travel as much as the next guy but I am ready to land! Darned mail-in voting put a glitch in mail travel!
But that’s OK!! I am PSYCHED!

NOV 15 2020 TOLEDO, OHIO
The LAST STOP before my final destination! I cannot tell you how excited I am!
I will still arrive in plenty of time for grand celebrations!

TOLEDO OH SIDE STORY:
In December 2018, a Toledoite saw a big ol’ weed horkin’ up the intersection of Secor and Alexis.
The city knew about said weed but seriously, Toledo has a little more to worry about than an unsightly, overgrown weed.

As a lark, said Toledoite went into the corner drug store for décor. A Christmas ball strategically placed was like a beacon in this less-than-stellar town.
Then … it grew and it grew. Like the Grinch’s heart except there was no roast beast to carve.
The Toledo community left gifts, scarves, shoes, blankets, mittens, money, non-perishable food etc, for people in need.

It was to the point there were daily pick-ups for charity. We had Santa, elves, and a stream of carolers.
Good-hearted people came out of the woodwork (Surprise! There are a couple of those still out there!).
It was the best thing ever and restored an ounce of my faith in humanity.

Then, of course – someone tried to commercialize the thing and it all died.

From one snarky bulb to a wondrous act of kindness

Even those with the blackest of hearts had their moment …

NOV 20 2020 DETROIT, MICHIGAN
What?! Wait.
Ohhhh, Ok. THIS is the LAST STOP before my final destination. I am still excited! I am going to make it before Thanksgiving! I think.

NOV 30 2020 CHICAGO
HOLD. UP.
Why in Hades am I in Chicago?! How did I get rerouted?

TRUE STORY:
Anish Kapoor [the artist behind Chicago’s bean seen above] PURCHASED THE RIGHTS to the Blackest Color Ever Made.
I can’t make this up.
So, in retaliation, another artist , Stuart Semple, made his own super black—and now? It’s Even Blacker.
SEE IT HERE
Everyone is allowed to use Stuart Semple’s new Black 3.0
—except Anish Kapoor. You have to digitally sign-off on a promise that you are NOT Kapoor or associated with his studio.
Yes. Really.

DECEMBER 15 2020 AUSTRALIA
???????????????!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, wait. That’s not me. Or is it?

LOST: Two (2) SUNNY SAM BEACH TOWELS. Both headed for New South Wales to different addresses. Both lost on the same day at the same distribution center. BOLO for said towels on the beach. Approach with caution. Ask politely: Excuse me … but do you happen to work for the parcel service?

DECEMBER 27 2020 KENTUCKY
Help.

Not gonna lie. I’m a little bummed that my packages are more well-traveled than I. Godspeed all you lost packages! May you bring a smile to someone’s face!