Em oi! #314: That Old Rivalry

So The Birds wasn’t really a scary movie by the time I’d saw it.  The zeitgeist had moved on and people expected their films to look more realistic (and more realistically colored).  But having a red-winged blackbird come down on your head?  That’s scary.

Bryan: I would have paid money to hear that scream.

Emily: If you’d been outside, you would’ve.

RWBBs are about the size of robins and fairly aggressive between May and September (the nesting season).  They usually don’t go after people in pairs, but they will attack a solo jogger.  Bryan only runs with me, so he’s never been the victim of this sort of attack, and I think he thinks my enmity is a bit much.  But then again, I have rather long, thick hair and he doesn’t.  If a bird lands on his head, it will hurt, but there are no chances of…entanglements.

This comic gets the LCC number:

QL795.B57 L86 2010, for Zoology–Animal behavior–Stories and anecdotes–Special. By common name of animal, A-Z–Birds.

Em oi! #313: Part Vegetable, Part Alien Pod

Watercolors are back.  Hurrah.

I don’t really have much to say about this.  Well, consider buying canned artichokes if you are making pasta with artichokes.  It is a bummer to get the inedible parts of the artichoke accidentally mixed up in your carbs.

This comic gets filed under:

TX803.A7 L86 2010

For “Home economics–Cookery–Vegetables (Preparation) –Special vegetables, A-Z–Artichokes.”  Wow.

Em oi! sketchbook

I very rarely give any insight into the creative process behind my comics here.  Of course Bryan gets to see my scripts, notes, and other various scribblings in their incomplete state, but he is in a privileged position – most of those are pretty dull and I wouldn’t want to inflict them on anyone else.  But I thought this was too good to let it go to the recycle bin: after the jump, the original sketch of Em oi! #309: Sugar Rush.

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Em oi! #312: Cow’s THAT Strike You?

Ah, the joys of Rural Wisconsin...B. noted that when he asked about Belleville, he was more trying to verify that I was naming a village and not, oh, a restaurant or some obscure rock formation.   Wait — you, my dear readers, don’t know where Belleville is either?  I guess this is a forgivable sin – according to city-data.com, the population was 2,265 as of July 2008.  It’s somewhat southwest of Madison.

I headed out on Saturday morning to do about 30 miles.  I am training for a triathlon and I thought I would ride part of the bike course (about 12 miles), then swing back to our house in time to shower and have lunch before I had to start cooking for a dinner party.  I didn’t realize that when they say “a challenging and hilly course,” what they mean is hold the hell on to the handle bars.

I’d been out for about an hour and 45 minutes; the weather was chilly but changeable, drizzle one moment, sun the next, a wind from my right neither helping nor hindering my progress.  I was trying to find County Highway A – I later realized it was unmarked and I’d passed it by a good four miles.  But at the time, I didn’t know that.

I remember looking to my right across across a wide, green valley.  At the far end were some tree-covered hills and a fine mist was beginning to form at that end of the valley.  There were dark clouds above which seemed to be gradually dripping toward the ground – not in a tornadic sense, just the way that precipitation looks when you see clouds at a certain distance.

Great, more rain, I thought, and checked my watch.  If I didn’t find Hwy A in 5 more minutes

With a whoosh of wind, the mist caught up with me.  It wasn’t rain at all, but tiny ice pellets – sleet or hail, I’m not sure which.  I turned down the first street I passed and sprinted for a strand of oaks at the edge of a farmer’s field.  In the lee of the tree, I pulled out my phone and called Bryan.  He arrived twenty minutes later and the bike and I went home in ignominy.

It was good that I had service.  Three or four miles earlier, I’d tried to use its GPS functions to figure out where I actually was, and it placed me in the middle of a corn field.  Oops.

This comic is cataloged under:

GV1048 .L86 2010 (for Bicycles — Training for cycling)

796.6 .L966 (Cycling – General)

Subject heading:

Cycling — Training — Comic books, strips, etc.

If you’re super curious, I ride an old Bianchi touring bike (how old?  Not sure, maybe ten or fifteen years).  It is black.  I got it on Craigslist.

Em oi! #311: Holy Cats

It beats the alternative.I will come up with some subject headings for this later.  Anyway, thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday.


Okay, it’s later!  This comic carries the numbers:

GT2430 .L86 2010

294.2 L966 2010


Birthdays in art — Comic books, strips, etc.

So I rechecked the Cutter Sandborn Tables – that’s the device librarians use to generate that letter-plus-three-digits number at the end of a Dewey number?  For some reason, I’d taken to using L866, which is what my last name (Lupton) would cutter out to using the LC Cutter table.  But the Cutter Sandborn Tables, which are the ones you’re supposed to use for Dewey, say Lupt = 966.  So there we go – I am corrected.  I apologize for any problems this may have caused.