DAILY MONSTER 36
Good morning and Frohe Weihnachten to our Austrian, Swiss, and German visitors. (Christmas Eve is where the action is back in the Old Country, don’t you know.) Thank you for breaking away from the gift exchange and the family choir rendition of Oh Tannenbaum to check in on the Monsters.
Yesterday’s Monster brought forth another lovely collection of interpretations. Terry Tolleson is first in line with his story of Hankor, the aspiring Cave Dweller and Togdor, the Ancient. (Poor, poor Hankor.) I imagine that this is the kind of story that medieval mountainmen and mountianwomen told their mountainchildren to keep them out of those teacherous caves.
A hearty welcome to first-time contributor Schlockading, who posts a report from the last meeting of the Rotten Pumpkins Prevention Society. It conjures images of a Frankensteinean mob with torches and pitchforks. Nice work, Schlockading. Now… please tell me: What is a Schlockading? I must know! Have I drawn one yet?
Mogabog is back and he’s… delving into cartography. Perhaps it’s a veiled Hello to our friend Simon. Here be Monsters! (We miss you, Simon, and I hope that some rest will find you today.)
Sam Berkes closes the day’s proceedings with an alternate theory of the crime. It’s not a giant monster, nor a mountain. It’s a cubist turtle! I can see it, too, now that you say it, Sam. Thank you for opening up another perspective. And thank you all for posting, even as life settles down for the holidays.
Monster 36 is a jolly one, of sorts. Well, more manic than jolly, really. And perhaps a bit twisted. A fur-trimmed red hat does not a Santa make. And now that I look at his coat, it looks a bit like a straightjacket, doesn’t it? What is going on here? Poisoned fruitcake? Christmas at Bellevue? A Godzilla Holiday? When Elves Attack! tonight on Fox? If you have a minute, I’d love to hear your story, but if you just want to enjoy a mellow Christmas Eve away from the computer, I certainly understand. Have yourself a cup of eggnog, sit back, and relax. That warm tingly sensation you’re feeling means that 344 LOVES YOU
Dir auch frohe Weihnachten! 🙂
Ze sent me your way in his blog yesterday and I immediately added you to my dailies bookmark folder. Your work is quite admirable and I love watching these monsters come to life. 🙂
Unbeknownst to Santa, as he was preparing his sleigh and bag of presents, the Arctic Shadow Imp sneaked into his sack by hiding in the circuitous folds of wrapping around the front wheel of little Sally’s Christmas tricycle. Santa has had this Imp on his naughty list for years due to his tendency to make humans bruise in the night for bumping into low coffee tables and surprise counter top edges that were cloaked by his shadowy presence. The Arctic Shadow Imp’s favorite dwelling is uncarpeted hotel rooms with surprise bed feet hidden under bedskirts. This is how he achieves his greatest joy – the cold footed stubbed pinky toe that turns black from impact. (I know, I met him in Mexico a few months ago… he LOVES the hollaring subsequent to said impact)
He was mad at Santa for deeming him naughty so he sneaked into his bag to attempt the cold footed stubbed pinky toe on Santa himself at some point in his evening’s errands (while in the bag, he found Santa’s hat and decided to make the jolly fat man hunt a bit before he went on his way) Stay tuned to discover if this Imp achieves his goal!
Well, to start, there is no such thing as “a” Schlockading. It’s merely a strange word that I came up with once a long time ago, and it stuck. There isn’t really a definition, although I’ve found that the word “schlock” means cheap or inferior. Hmm… oh well. I don’t think you’ve drawn a Schlockading yet, though.
As for Monster 36, I like to picture him as the Grinch that has taken some sort of strange trip to see Mt. Vesuvius. During his trip, the volcano (unbeknownst to seismologists) suddenly blew up, in a giant explosion that covered the ruins of Pompeii that had been renovated so nicely. Oops! The Grinch was caught in the middle of this eruption and so was blackened by the ash and soot that were blown out by the volcano. Why is he so happy then, you ask? Let’s just say he can get a little loony in that straightjacket (that is what he’s wearing, isn’t it?).
Merry Christmas, (or Happy Hannukah or Kwaanza) everyone!
Surreal in his red hat.
He scares me sometimes.
Short one today. Hope you’re having a great Christmas eve. Your dedication to the daily monster is not lost on this poster. If you can find time to create them, we can find time to give them stories. Thanks again.
Merry Christmas Mr Bucher! Happy Season’s Greetings to you and yours!
Whoa! Santa looks rough after those all-night benders!
Merry Christmas all!
😀 I love it!
Nikolaus du lieber Mann
Hast ein hübsches Mützlein an
Anstatt mich an Nüssen laben
Möcht ich auch ein Käpplein haben
Lachst mich an, du Mann du schwarzer
Bringst mir kein’s, geht’s in den Karzer