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There is always a poignancy in little tragedies



You may have figured out by now that I enjoy odd comics. I have linked to a few in the past, and now want to share a new one that I've found and am enjoying.

This one is called Pictures for sad children, and is written and drawn by John Campbell.

He describes his work as "pretty okay" and "about a bad feeling you get when you are feeling good, or a good feeling you get when you are feeling bad".

Thus, these comics may not be appropriate for sad children.

Have a look, you'll probably like them.

Comments

Virginia said…
Kris,
Small world. I taught 3rd grade here in Birmingham with a young man from Tasmania!! Thanks for stopping by.
Meead said…
You have a cute baby. In such cases, Persian people say to each other: "God save your kid for you, and you for your kid".

Thanks for your comment Kris.
Kitty said…
I like the style of these drawings. They look familiar to me.
Hm. I'll have to figure out where I've seen them.
Well living with a cartoonist i am force fed them. Thoughtful one this one.

By the way. Gary did one for the G8Summit this week, with them feeding off decapitaed endangered species heads, with the caption, the world is starving, let them eat Mcdonanlds. BBC bottled it ro caviar. Not quite got the same.

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