The Adventures of Blisterfish- Updates Fridays

Oh wow, Lancelot’s text is so legible here. That does NOT hold true for the rest of the chapter.

There’s nothing quite like Blisterfish’s looks of exasperation on this page in particular. You can really feel the boredom. Absolutely exquisite.

It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment detail that I decided her family’s backyard has a little tomato garden. I was just wracking my brain for what people have in their backyards, and I always remember my grandmother and grandfather– who lived nearby, so they watched me often– had a tomato plot in their backyard. My grandfather was always very proud of his tomatoes and always showed them to me. I don’t like tomatoes, tho, so I wasn’t a fan, but the detail still sticks out in my brain. So now Blisterfish’s mom’s house (we’ll see later, her dad doesn’t live here) has a tomato plot. Also my grandfather always said to-mah-to and I say to-may-to and that always bugged me when I was an annoying kid who cared about that sort of thing.