See Dalek Hug

[chibimuse]

Like any great artist, I make really crappy little doodles in the margins of my pages. ;)
I have been forcefully prompted by my Ashke to post said doodlings, with much acclaimed comics such as I hearth darth cited as prime examples of the artistic merit of such tiny doodles.
So here they are! For your enjoyment and my bashfulness!



I think my new abbreviation of Dalek Sek will catch on! Dale, that's much more fitting for his human state. (I never randomly leave out letters or even whole words when writing, what are you saying?)




He has finally accepted his fate!

Comments

[chelseabagel.livejournal.com]

seeing this makes me miss you more. </3

[britty-chan.livejournal.com]

XDD hahahahahaha!!

[chibi-rinku.livejournal.com]

hahahaa! cute! Hello, it's me betty! :D

[sapote3.livejournal.com]

Imagine a home maintained by, I don't know, yours truly. From the Spanish trucker comics taped to the fridge to the mystifying soy products *in* the fridge to the Lenca shawls on the sofa to the giant Harry Potter tapestry on the wall, the atmosphere is saturated with strangeness. Common household movement - such as one-woman pogo dancing to the BBC theme, or spontaneous attempts to do crane kicks, or even your standard giant-yoga-ball accident - forces strange out of the surfaces and makes it airborne. Thus, anyone habitually exposed to this environment - say, an impressionable child - has no choice but to be exposed to, and absorb, critical levels of eccentricity through simple environmental proximity.

The effects of this phenomenon on the surrounding apartments is already reaching demonstrable levels.

In order to prevent one's offspring from suffering the fate of being unbearably obsessed with Doctor Who - allowing them instead to channel their energies in self-chosen directions, like being unbearably obsessed with football scores - one must protect them from free-floating weirdness in their environment. Thus, baby hazmat suits, as a synecdoche for respect for individual self-determination combined with a fatalistic attitude towards eventual cultural contamination. (Some reference to Rousseau's Noble Savage is probably called for here).

Like any other item of clothing, a haz-mat suit on a baby becomes cute through proximity.

The only thing cuter than babies in hazmat suits would be puppies in hazmat suits, possibly gamboling in meadows in groups.

And for that reason, we want someone to draw puppies in hazmat suits. I am sure now it all makes perfect sense.
(My sister is also a drawer of things, and she now has a puppy in-house, so I will lean on her).

[chibimuse.livejournal.com]

I conjecture from this musing on the contagious nature of weirdness that your proposal for a baby haz-mat suit is perfectly delightful, and a necessity in such homes as ours where it could reach fatal levels for those not already immune to it. The sheer size of our DVD collection would be enough to contaminate a whole elementary school.

I am also extremely amused by this haz-mat puppy image you describe, and I thus propose that both your esteemed sibling and I attempt to realize it in all it's glory, for the betterment of fan-kind. Should one of us fail, the other can continue the mission!

These puppies could be fashioned after vintage children's book illustrations, don't you agree?

There is alas not much time now for such simple joys as puppies and haz-mat suits, but I will attempt to push aside my worldly needs and achieve our goal!

[phnelt.livejournal.com]

Qapla'!