Thor's Hammer

This has been the spring of thunderstorms. We don't get them that often, so having several storms over the course of the last two months has been something unusual. We had one hell of a one roll overhead today, which while cool, ended my work on a reader sketch prematurely as I had to unplug the computer (the wiring in this building is shit, so I doubt even a surge protector would work, and I'm not about to take any chances with my baby). The storm lasted several hours and I got to see at least one strikes hit somewhere to the South of us ~ bigbaddaboom :D~!

At least I got the inking on the page done, even if it turned out like crap.... rrrrrgghh. Not happy with this page >:|

Well since I'm running late due to the T-storm, I'm just gonna leave this at that. Later.

~Liriel

War of the BBQ

Not a bad day of penciling on the next BadBlood page, though I'm not entirely happy with it, maybe I'll fiddle with it tomorrow before inking.

One thing that bothers me about it is that I had to rewrite and ad-lib while sketching because I wasn't entirely sure how it was going to get where it was going (which unfortunately is much of this particular scene; I know where it needs to go, just not how it'll get there -- there's too many options). And so... I've added a story element that will require explaination later down the road >_< ... Oh well, maybe this'll be a good thing.

At any rate, had a humdinger of a day yesterday, starting off with Dim Sum at The House Of Hong, which was excellent food in good company (artists, can't go wrong with that :D). Ended up visiting the studio of a pro landscape painter while in the neighborhood (under the pretext of everyone wanting to see the kittens he'd aquired two months ago -- and they were adorable), I got to see a lot of his prep-work for a showing, as well as some of his favorites still around and unsold. T'was very cool and inspiring, and he had a very nice studio.

Then it was a rush home to get ready for a BBQs at Jack's. And what a BBQ it was.

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A general peace accord had been reached between Upperdeckia and Backyardia, and to consumate the deal a feast was held; Upperdeckia agreeing to bring meat and beer, while Backyardia shared their land and fire. The feast was extravagant, with the meats selected from Chicken, Tuna, Hot Dogs & Keilbasa, Steak, and Hamburger Patties. All ate well and were sated.

That is, until a representative came down from Upperdeckia and ridiculed the Backyardians for throwing three varities of plucked grasses at each other as signs of affection. The Backyardians proceeded to try winning the Upperdeckian over by pegging him with grasses, but he did not take this well, even though he was throwing the grasses back (as he was supposed to be doing). As a joke a Backyardian started targeting the can of beer the Upperdeckian was drinking from, and all gleefully followed his lead. The Upperdeckian eventually fled the onslaught, running up the stairs decrying this behavior and claiming the rest of the beer as his.

The Backyardians did not like being denied more beer and attempted the placate the other Upperdeckians by throwing grasses. The Upperdeckians cried fowl and began throwing the grasses back, until a paper plate was thrown... and then a plastic cup... empty beer can... and a hundred little paper cups... all became chaos as the Backyardians kept trying to throw grasses until one got hit with a paper plate and threw it back. Soon all the Backyardians were returning fire with the arsenal thrown at them. Bamboo poles got involved as the battle escalated, then sheets of cardboard, empty cardboard cases of beer, and a.... broom.

At one point a Upperdeckian snuck around from the flank wearing a large cardboard box over his head (with a hole cut so he could see), and he charged into the midst of the Backyardians armed with a Holy Towel. Sadly he became overwhelmed, knocked to the ground and the box was beaten senseless with bamboo poles. There was a pause in the battle as the Backyardians argued over whether the prisoner should be eaten, and in the chaos the hostage escaped a most certain doom, though he had to abandon the Holy Towel

This was when another Upperdeckian mounted the kitchen window with the sink's Spray Hose and threatened the douse the Backyardians if they didn't surrender. The Backyardians jeered and danced shaking the poles, swinging the Holy Towel, and tossing paper cups at the window. The Upperdeckian unleashed the spray and it did indeed reach down to the Backyardians who made a howling hasty retreat.

In the mayhem, a Backyardian flanked around the side of Upperdeckia and gained control of the Garden Hose, which sent all the Upperdeckians scurrying inside their fortress, with only the Spray Hose keeping the rest of the Backyardians from overwhelming Upperdeckia completely. There was much rejoicing on the part of the Backyardians however, and they made to worship the Garden Hose.

While distracted, an Upperdeckian gained access to the spigot and the Garden Hose died, sending the Backyardians fleeing in retreat. Another Upperdeckian grabbed up the abandoned Garden Hose and the spigot was turned on again, much to the dismay of the howling Backyardians who continued to throw paper cups while staying out of range of the Garden Hose.

At this point the Upperdeckian with the Garden Hose demanded to know what the Backyardians wanted in order to bring about peace.

"BEER!"

A chant for beer started up among the Backyardians, and the Upperdeckians considered amongst themselves. Another Upperdeckian came forward, and offered a token of $10 towards beer. Two Backyardians stepped forward with $5 each and a deal was brokered, and again a peace accord that was cemented with more beer and... Push Pops.

The End.

~Liriel
(Again with the old pics... me forget >_< ! Next time, next time!)