Love this, in particular the last drawing, a dreamy bookworm’s paradise! I always wanted secret hidden cubbies in my house when I was little, and found nary a one. Not even a mouse hole
I love this, Julia. You’re really really good at capturing the scary & exciting magic of being a kid (and your house seems like it was extra-conducive to magical thinking).
I just realized that I look more intensely at your drawings then I do at the actual photos, mainly because photos lack any personal interest with respect to detail.
Wonderful imagery. I used to make patterns out of the designs in the tin ceiling in my old house. The line weight is just right and evokes the clean simplicity of childhood.
I know it’s my house too, but those VHS tapes in the photo are kind of alarming in a “shelf that time forgot” sort of way. I’m pretty sure one of those contains Michael Jackson and Slash performing Black Or White on the American Music awards. Please have mom send it to me stat.
Don’t worry, it’ll still be on that shelf whenever we visit home in the near and far futures. I’m pretty sure it’ll be untouched until they day they die or the house burns down. I claim dibs on that graphic medical book mom had that showed weird rashes and diseased penises
Built-in bookshelves, secret cubbyholes and graphic medical texts?! That is literally my childhood/adulthood dream. What a great physical atmosphere to have grown up in (aside from the lack of central heat)
I still have one under my bed, it’s got a metal cover and was made by Westinghouse. Has a microphone that looks like a 1950′s version of the Star Trek communicator. Plays and records at three speeds, still works but I have to demag the heads every year or so.
Man, you had the dream attic that I kept trying to turn my own childhood attic into. Instead of magic, it was mostly just full of catshit, cobwebs and my dad’s old porn.
What a wonderful house! I love it! I also love your rendering of the house and how you shared your adventures there. It makes me think of some of the funky houses I grew up in and the places we’d engage in all sorts of imaginative play. Thanks for sharing!
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Cool!
I love the detail you’ve put into these drawings. It must’ve taken a long time to draw each individual book, for example.
Love this, in particular the last drawing, a dreamy bookworm’s paradise! I always wanted secret hidden cubbies in my house when I was little, and found nary a one. Not even a mouse hole
Nice! (sorry I can’t articulate my thoughts very well…)
I love this, Julia. You’re really really good at capturing the scary & exciting magic of being a kid (and your house seems like it was extra-conducive to magical thinking).
yay, i love it <3
Beautiful and oddly touching. This is exactly the sort of thing that got me into your work in the first place.
I’m liking the personal detour Fart Party is taking from the previous punchline-driven, Sunday strip format.
I just realized that I look more intensely at your drawings then I do at the actual photos, mainly because photos lack any personal interest with respect to detail.
Like.
Wow! You had one of the Coooolest houses, ever!
Ah… Sepia memories of the zeros.
And, yes, probably the sweetest house ever.
Wonderful imagery. I used to make patterns out of the designs in the tin ceiling in my old house. The line weight is just right and evokes the clean simplicity of childhood.
Also, why do I see ghost faces in the front door?!
I can’t tell you how much I’m loving these.
I know it’s my house too, but those VHS tapes in the photo are kind of alarming in a “shelf that time forgot” sort of way. I’m pretty sure one of those contains Michael Jackson and Slash performing Black Or White on the American Music awards. Please have mom send it to me stat.
Don’t worry, it’ll still be on that shelf whenever we visit home in the near and far futures. I’m pretty sure it’ll be untouched until they day they die or the house burns down. I claim dibs on that graphic medical book mom had that showed weird rashes and diseased penises
Built-in bookshelves, secret cubbyholes and graphic medical texts?! That is literally my childhood/adulthood dream. What a great physical atmosphere to have grown up in (aside from the lack of central heat)
I like how you end with the cellar, like this is just the prologue to some creepy kid’s book called “The Indian Burial Ground in the Cupboard.”
Whoa! you had a reel t0 reel in your room? Jealous
I still have one under my bed, it’s got a metal cover and was made by Westinghouse. Has a microphone that looks like a 1950′s version of the Star Trek communicator. Plays and records at three speeds, still works but I have to demag the heads every year or so.
Wow! Looks like you lived on Walnut Grove… 8D
Great strip… what a cool environment for a fertile imagination. Loved the Sword and the Stone quotes (one of my personal favorites).
this is ….good. that is the best word for it. this is a good comic.
Lovely tone, as if lightly sprinkled with vermouth. Reminds me of an old Carol Tyler piece:
http://www.scribd.com/doc/13324779/Uncovered
Nice work.
Man, you had the dream attic that I kept trying to turn my own childhood attic into. Instead of magic, it was mostly just full of catshit, cobwebs and my dad’s old porn.
I think this is my new fave comic of yours… and want to order all your books, but the darn Canada Post is on strike. Soon as it’s over, I tell ya…
What a wonderful house! I love it! I also love your rendering of the house and how you shared your adventures there. It makes me think of some of the funky houses I grew up in and the places we’d engage in all sorts of imaginative play. Thanks for sharing!