I have sworn (loudly and inappropriately on occasion … well I didn’t think it was inappropriate but the twitching of my dining companions is usually a good indication of these things) that i will make a short book entitled “all the schrodinger’s cat jokes ever (for a given value of ever)” which will collate as many schrodinger’s cat experiment jokes as possible into a single tome. I am optimistic that this will bring about one of two things:
- Having created a critical mass of terrible Schrödinger’s cat jokes the printing of the first book will tear open a gateway to another set of dimensions through which all Schrödinger’s cat jokes will be sucked, thus sparing us all.
- The shear diversity of the book will raise the bar for all Schrödinger’s cat jokes, thus leading to a new enlightened era where no-one else ever need draw a picture solely consisting of “Schrödinger being angry with a cat” ever again.
I mean it’s not even like it highlights one of the more interesting aspects of quantum theory. If the criteria for a quantum object were simply that “no-one can see it right now so we can’t be absolutely sure what it’s doing” then i have some incredibly bad news for people in darkened rooms everywhere.
part 2 of the fat chunk contribution. i used my normal system of block-by-block separation to create all the grey in these pages … and after a couple of days of re-shaping and dragging and zooming and crying and cursing i have since learnt my lesson and have decided that photoshop may indeed be the answer.
sometimes the words exist first and then you know you have to draw it. and drawing tiny pigs is fun.
hmmm, post-dating stuff for your own birthday is weird. when you read this i’ll be in a birthday frame of mind, which in my case manifests as a level of unstoppable perpetrating – if there are no posts after this pleas take it on faith that i chose a poor course of action
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Whilst late april heralds the next bi-annual deposition of the other many splendoured comic of mine fetishman, the kind folks of London’s only kink-orientated cafe and gallery have offered me a february exhibition of my noodlings in their smallest room. Yep, the toilet, a.k.a “The Loovre”. Starts 6th feb, and i’ll be moochign about abd drawing stuff on the 9th.

The strip for issue 3 of the steampunk magazine. I misjudged the half-tone and it looks a bit dark on paper but on a monitor the back-lighting picks it up a bit. Female head-rivets blatantly nicked from a portrait by the marvellous Mister Sam.









