Translated by the amazing Jörg “Mr. Swimming Coordinator” Faßbender.
Ah, you know, guys. It can’t always be a superduperamazingslippingonabananapeel punchline.
Sometimes you have to leave some space for the FEEEEEELINGS (I’m going to start singing like Barry Manilow in a minute).
As a child I had a little , uhem, invisible friend (a bird with two hairs) which also appeared in my early childhood comics. He always seemed kind of real to me (needless to say I’m an only- child)…
Now I’m 30 and my fictional friends are as real to me as they were back then.
Does this say anything about me?
I mean, anything disturbing?
Or is this just another reason WHY I enjoy drawing comics so much…
Well, I don’t know. Back to my ukulele now… 
Great blog. Just one little thing… Barry Manilow never recorded “Feelings”, Morris Albert did.
Ha! Thank you Micks, you’re totally right of course.
I just forgot that song named “Feelings” really existed, I meant it more generally spoken.
You mean that one, right?: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CyBcHUe4WeQ
Wasn’t it also on a soundtrack?
Awww … I hope they let Ngumbe keep his horn at the zoo. And I don’t know why exactly, but in your picture the other day, the uke seems to really suit you.
That would be the one… That’s a little histrionic even for my taste! LOL
Oh, I knew you meant it in a more generalized sense, but also figured not everyone would.. And you’d be surprised how many times Mr. Manilow has been credited with that song incorrectly. That and “Escape (The Piña Colada Song)”, which was recorded by Rupert Holmes.
I really do love the blog though. I’ll be following along.
Thanks!
Awww, the cute little elephant. ;__;
I have a kitty beanie baby next to my bed at all times. I know what it feels like to have your talking imaginary friends with you. Wally the Whale agrees with me.
On New Year’s Day, when some friends came over, my dog ran out the front door to “mark” the lawn. She normally comes right back in, but we didn’t notice and locked her out. We didn’t notice she was gone for hours, thinking she’d just gone off to a quiet corner of the house to take a nap.
It seems that she decided to go exploring and tried to make friends with a neighbor 4 houses down the street who just happened to be on her way to the animal shelter to deliver a stray cat she’d found. My dog didn’t have a collar or ID tag on, so the neighbor scooped her up and took her to the shelter too.
It wasn’t until the evening of January 2 that the shelter saw my “lost dog” ad on Craigslist and contacted me. I went and picked her up the morning of January 3rd.
But on the evening of January 1, I totally felt like that last frame.
@Greg: Awww man!!! I’m glad this story didn’t have a tragic end. I would have been an emotional wreck for this 3 days!!!
@Miss Hedgey: Send some greetings from Buttercup (my plush version, not the cartoony version) to Wally and the Kitty. Maybe they know each other from The Country Of Imaginary Friends?
As a novice writer myself, I find that being able to communicate with your characters is a great thing, and it’s not weird at all for artists to be that way. That you can be close to them is good, and that they’ll tell you what’s going on [and perhaps chase you about for all the trouble you cause them] and what might happen next.
I had an invisible friend, too. A horse, if I remember right, about the size of a kitten. Reminiscent of Star Brite from that really old cartoon.
I’ve never really had an imaginary friend myself, but I do have a medium-sized horse plushie named Gallop that I’ll hug and talk to when I’m having a rough or bad day. The last panel of this comic made me think of him
btw, love the comic! Very cute and funny
hehe, I’ve worked with ponies very similar to Buttercup, both in looks and in attitude.
“Now I’m 30 and my fictional friends are as real to me as they were back then.
Does this say anything about me?”
For me, it says you are an awesome person. Never let that change :3
Great strips btw, I really enjoyed reading all of them
*Sniff* Thanks Dark Saturn, thanks to all of you. It’s good to know that having an imaginary friends does not make you some tooooo much of a freak. At least not the kind of SCARY freaks…:)