DAILY MONSTER 29
Good morning. Thank you for checking in on the Daily Monster on a Sunday. That’s dedication, and I like that about you. I have an especially fun one for you today. (Or so I think, anyway. It’s always a good sign when I can draw them upside down. It means that I’m dealing with a creature that can’t wait to appear!)
A special Welcome to new friends from Linkswarm, Blackzombie (Boa vinda!), Mixi (歓迎!), and Koppla (Hur är det?). Good to meet you all!
Two of the Magnificent Four took the day off yesterday, which may be due to the fact that Number 28 was plagued with some initial technical difficulties. We are dealing with monsters, don’t forget, so one must be prepared to face such things every now and again. As it was, Mogabog immediately had 28 pegged as a Strange Error Monster of the 404th dimension. How right you are, Mogabog. How right you are. (In fact, I’m heeding your warning and wearing two pairs of socks as I’m typing this. With an S.E.M. around I don’t want to take the risk of catastrophic sock failure. My insurance would go through the roof!)
After the last few days of prose, Sam Berkes is back with a series of haikus about Fred, the fly with an underbite. (It was only through this comment that I noticed a bit of a resemblance between 28 and James Brown. Can you imagine a fly buzzing around your head, dripping tiny beads of sweat, going “H’unh! Hit me! Yeeeeaaa-ow!” I should’ve given him a tiny fly cape.
Thank you, Sam and Mogabog.
I’m glad you came in on a Saturday.
That was kind of you and I appreciate it.
Now, let’s talk about Monster 29. He seems uniquely evolved for certain tasks, foods, and/or environments. Do you have any theories as to what they might be? Also, what’s with the 70s dress code? Are those lifts he’s wearing? What is this guy’s story? How old is he? (How old does he think he is?) Where is he from? What does he do for a living? Where does he vacation? I’m hoping you’ll tell me. Until then, have a lovely, relaxing Sunday, and please remember that 344 LOVES YOU
This is one of my favorites so far.
We’ve had our goddaughter here all weekend, and she loves watching the monsters too. She called this one Da Du. And then she smeared liquefied vanilla wafer all over my cheek. Thanks Sally K.
Well done on the animation. The audience here wants to know how you created it. I told them stop frame animation (you draw a small portion of the tongue and take a pic, until its done and you reverse the frames for it to go back up?).
I think Da Du is probably a traveling salesman. He sells vanilla wafers to young children so they can turn them into liquid. The liquefied wafer goo is then converted into energy. The energy can be used to power villages in third world countries. Way to go Da Du.
Thanks for entertaining Sally K and the gang here, Stefan. It’s nice to know that 344 loves us even on the weekends. Have a good Sunday.
Looks like a reincarnation of Steve McQueen waiting for Ali MacGraw.
I love the sound of the videos. The sound of the Sharpie paiting the paper very fast. And of course the mounsters. They are so cute!
Monster 29 is clearly a David Bowie fan and he’s been listening to his favorite song, Golden Years.
Hello Stefan,
Oh boy, I really like your monsters… a lot. Your drawing technique is amazing, not to mention your director work (I’m film producer, so I do appreciate that very much as well!)
; )
Fascinating! So, thank you for sharing your talent with us.
Well, if you’re asking me, Monster #29 is related to some obscure root vegetable on his mother’s side; some kin to a Parsnip, I believe. He’s definitely a salesman, as Sam noted, but I’m afraid the poor guy hasn’t had much luck with the old door-to-door lately.
He’s taken to busking down near Pier 39 on the weekends, impersonating an iguana this week it looks like, although his regular show involves snakes and large silver hoops.
He makes a reasonable living from these performances, which are really rather good, but secretly he dreams of a theatrical career on Broadway, stunning wildly appreciative audiences with his sensitive portrayal of Stanley Kowalski. After the show, he imagines, he’d make out with the actress who plays Blanche, backstage in the dark, hidden in the wings.
Great stuff mate, really like what you’re doing here. Keep it up!
Have you ever lost something dear to you?
A limb, some cheese, a trip to the zoo?
Well don’t worry, it’s not a lost cause,
Wiffle might have it stuffed up within his huge shnoz.
You see, Wiffle comes from a race that’s very odd,
with long stick noses and necks like a rod,
and for reasons no one can explain,
they collect more junk then a shower drain.
Inside Wiffle’s nose, there’s much to behold,
an old CD, some hidden gold,
a human skull, a bottle of Sprite,
A parking ticket and some kid’s kite.
A bug, a fetus, lots of hairspray,
some weary traveler, old and grey,
A pair of teeth, a half eaten pear,
my grandma and some soiled underwear.
So next time you’ve lost something, don’t mope around,
you’ll just find Wiffle dancing on the ground,
So stick your hand up there, and if you’re in luck,
you’ll find something in all that goopy muck.
Sorry for the absence, I had to take care of my baby stepsiblings and read old copies of Good Housekeeping. Joy.
I feel bad.
I wanted to write something, but I had nothing. And I even tried to come back at the end of the day for a new look. The shirt and shoes messed me up. I was thinking a candy cane monster, but they wouldn’t need shoes (ha, how silly, a candy cane monster with shoes!)
I got nothin today. 🙁
Hi Mogabog. Not to worry. Some days the muse just won’t cooperate. I’m glad you checked in nonetheless! I hope that Monster 30 will find you freshly inspired.
Ede den Abflusskönig und unter Schädlingen berüchtigten Kakerlakenfledderer überkommt manchmal menschenfresserische Gier. Immer wenn er seinen Rüssel allzu tief in die Rohre steckt, steigen ihm die wabernden halluzinogenen Dämpfe ins Gehirn und lösen selbstzerstümmelnde Fressattacken aus. Der rechte Arm ist noch halbwegs zu gebrauchen, aber sein klackendes Holzbein erschwert ihm seine Arbeit erheblich. Auch das Anziehen des schalldämpfenden unerlässlichen Gummiüberziehers machen ihm arg zu schaffen.