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I used this once many years ago as a Christmas card, in the b/w form. It was coloured (with coloured pencils), but there hadn't been any reason to scan it, so the b/w version will have to do. The figure is a House Gamin. These tiny critters live in the walls and attics of your house like mice, but they can talk (in a gibberish none of us understands) and are intelligent enough to be a tremendous nuisance. Sensible people don't (refuse to) believe in them. For good reason. House Gamins are contagious. They figure in a hid's novel I mapped out quite a lot of years ago, called "Wendy & the House Gamins), about a little girl who "catches" them, and the consequences.
There are quite a number of little jokes incorporated as presents. The Asterix paperback for one, the New Toy paperback for another. (New Toy was the name of the fanzine I was publishing at the time. I never got further than two issues though.)
The toy car you see on its side is a little more than just a toy. It's a Strombecker 1/32 slot car, one of the old ones with solid brass chassies and steel gears, not the cheap plastic ones from a little later. There's a custom vacu-form body and slicks as well. All of this accurately drawn from a real slot car I still own.
Below the books is a box for a Monogram model kit of the P-51 flown by Rocky the Squirrel.
The vynal record album cover is supposed to be "Ice Water", the first LP recorded by Saara during her pop music period. I actually drew a label for it, and the album cover is adapted from it. I later used the same art for "Heart of Ice" which was reworked later into "Ice Water", posted near the beginning of my gallery.
(Saara once played with Devo, did you know that?)
There are quite a number of little jokes incorporated as presents. The Asterix paperback for one, the New Toy paperback for another. (New Toy was the name of the fanzine I was publishing at the time. I never got further than two issues though.)
The toy car you see on its side is a little more than just a toy. It's a Strombecker 1/32 slot car, one of the old ones with solid brass chassies and steel gears, not the cheap plastic ones from a little later. There's a custom vacu-form body and slicks as well. All of this accurately drawn from a real slot car I still own.
Below the books is a box for a Monogram model kit of the P-51 flown by Rocky the Squirrel.
The vynal record album cover is supposed to be "Ice Water", the first LP recorded by Saara during her pop music period. I actually drew a label for it, and the album cover is adapted from it. I later used the same art for "Heart of Ice" which was reworked later into "Ice Water", posted near the beginning of my gallery.
(Saara once played with Devo, did you know that?)
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I'm not so sure about that. I had the oddest dream(?) about your little buddies a couple of months ago, right out of the blue for no reason that occurs to me.
In my dream I had come awake in my bedroom as usual only to find that I had somehow angered them, creating a galactic vortex of dislike among them (as Tony Millionaire would put it). My bed had been somehow turned so that the right side faced the wall, and all the junk cluttering up the floor had been removed and the floor covered with papers, and the wall that had been previously concealed by the headboard was now all covered with pencilled diagrams and drawings showing *exactly* what they were going to do to me.
Mercifully the details faded from memory, but I can recall the designs as being drawn with great spirit and attention to detail.
Luckily I awoke at this point, as the rustle of House Gamins rummaging through my art supplies in the next room, searching out the exacto blades, rubber bands, lighter fluid and other useful items slowly turned into the sounds of a passing garbage truck. I guess the paper was to keep the blood off the carpet. Rather thoughtful, that.
Not that I actually saw any of those little critters, understand, maybe they were just passing themselves off as House Gamins.
In my dream I had come awake in my bedroom as usual only to find that I had somehow angered them, creating a galactic vortex of dislike among them (as Tony Millionaire would put it). My bed had been somehow turned so that the right side faced the wall, and all the junk cluttering up the floor had been removed and the floor covered with papers, and the wall that had been previously concealed by the headboard was now all covered with pencilled diagrams and drawings showing *exactly* what they were going to do to me.
Mercifully the details faded from memory, but I can recall the designs as being drawn with great spirit and attention to detail.
Luckily I awoke at this point, as the rustle of House Gamins rummaging through my art supplies in the next room, searching out the exacto blades, rubber bands, lighter fluid and other useful items slowly turned into the sounds of a passing garbage truck. I guess the paper was to keep the blood off the carpet. Rather thoughtful, that.
Not that I actually saw any of those little critters, understand, maybe they were just passing themselves off as House Gamins.
Well, at least they didn't set you on fire with the ligher fluid. Gamins have been known to be dangerous, but usually only after serious provocation. (Like swatting them with the broom, spraying them with insecticide, or sicking a very stupid cat on them. Most cats are too smart to take a chance like that, but you can find 'em dumb enough if you look.)
No cats, though I do have a pet cactus that I keep outside in back. OTOH we did have a bad case of termites, the treatment of which included drilling small holes in the wall at various points and pumping something noxious into the walls.
IRL I did have a bad turn this morning, abruptly awakening with a yell at 5:30 AM with four shallow pucture wounds on my left forearm, which was also swollen and quite sore and inflamed looking. I still have no idea what this was about; I placed a washcloth soaked in cold water over it for a while, which helped somewhat, and presently went back to bed. My forearm is still warm to the touch and sore around the wounds. No, we don't have rats and the marks would be all wrong. I managed to scan it (nice to have a working camera on hand, but I don't), which barely does it justice.
And so, kiddies, today's lesson is Don't Mess With House Gamins. Or whatever it was that nailed me.
IRL I did have a bad turn this morning, abruptly awakening with a yell at 5:30 AM with four shallow pucture wounds on my left forearm, which was also swollen and quite sore and inflamed looking. I still have no idea what this was about; I placed a washcloth soaked in cold water over it for a while, which helped somewhat, and presently went back to bed. My forearm is still warm to the touch and sore around the wounds. No, we don't have rats and the marks would be all wrong. I managed to scan it (nice to have a working camera on hand, but I don't), which barely does it justice.
And so, kiddies, today's lesson is Don't Mess With House Gamins. Or whatever it was that nailed me.
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