It's a process.

[brigid]

1-4-2022

"The process of pregnancy and giving birth" is a weird phrase. It's a process? Really?

Amos is once again... six? Twelve? His height is fluctuating. He is SITTING DOWN and his height is fluctuating. He's not walking past different things where his body/head/etc need to be drawn in relation to different places and objects. He's sitting. Stationary. On a couch with a distinctive design. And one of his height changes HAS to be there so we can see his face because McEldowney rotates the camera so we see them from behind which ALSO necessitates their speech bubbles crossing. If you MUST show them from behind then surely the last panel, which mentions a secret, is the one to do so?

I don't know what she could possibly whisper that takes only one panel but I bet it's something goopy like "love." Tomorrow adult Amos will reveal this somehow... he'll tell Edda unprovoked, or because she's announced her pregnancy, or because he's thinking about the children or possibly... amazingly... because he's interacting with them. And then Friday will be a talking cat or two people fucking wildly on a piano in front of 500 people who put on shoes and spent $30 each on tickets so they could sit in narrow seats and listen to whichever of the same 5 composers the musicians in this strip exclusively play.

I'm not sure how I'd react if I took the time to put on a bra and pants with a zipper and forked over $30 to spend an evening listening to Brahms on piano and cello while sitting in a seat with thick immovable arms only to have to watch the musicians humping each other or announcing their pregnancy or whatever the fuck else these people do on stage. Unless I knew to expect that. Like if I'm told it's performance art. The pianist announces the composer she's about to play, and her underwear choice, and why she chose it. She humps the piano bench while playing it, her page turner staring down her dress at her cleavage. His eyeglasses fall between her tits. She finishes the piece, stands up, announces the next composer. Her zipper slides open and her dress falls down. Her page tuner pratfalls on top of her and they hump on the floor. He then mounts a unicycle and plays cello while she writhes on the piano.

Like burlesque, but less playful.

"The process of pregnancy and giving birth."

Just such a weird phrase for an adult to use when giving a sex ed talk (??) to the neighbor kid.