A day in a dog's and cat's life

From an e-mail I was sent. I thought it was so cute that I'd post it here. Enjoy!

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Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9 :30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

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Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary. ..
Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................

From my e-mail: Wapsi Square comic strip

A female friend of mine e-mailed a link to the cartoon above, asking if that's ever happened to me. (What a friend, eh?) It's from a webcomic called Wapsi Square. To answer her question, I did once "bust" (pun sort of intended) out of my top, but not because of a sneeze. It's because your standard, off-the-rack (no pun intended) bra is not designed for a woman with super strength. On my very first super battle, I swung so hard at this guy that I sent him flying into a brick wall, kayo-ing him "Street Fighter" style. I even heard the words "Super Combo did it! Kayo!" playing in my head! :-D

What enjoyment I could get out of it was robbed by the fact that the sheer force of my swing caused my boobs to jerk so violently that my department-store-purchased bra broke, and my tank top along with it, very much like the woman in the cartoon above. That never happens in the comics, so I never expected something like that to occur. That's a lesson for us super ladies on the difference on what happens in the comics vs. what happens in real life.

A good thing did come out of this experience. I made my own bra with materials created by a friend of mine, and this bra (as well as the hotpants that I wear under my skirt) is virtually impossible to tear. I can't tell you what material that is, because it's still in the process of being patented. However, no matter how fierce the battle, my bathing suit body parts are always going to be covered, even if my costume gets torn to shreds. The downside of this is that the material is damned expensive, which is why I haven't made my whole costume out of this material.

Anyway, once the patent goes through, my friend is going to work on making a less expensive version of the material so that we can market it to the super ladies. I want to start a line of fashion for super women, because we're proportioned differently than the average woman, so we can't exactly get our clothes at the local Target's. We may be able to punch men through brick walls, but it doesn't mean that we don't want to look like ladies doing it! I really believe that there's a market for such a line of fashion. It might be how I'll have to make my income, since the hero thing is generally done for free.

Adam Hughes again

From the mailbag again, about Adam Hughes art again. One of my readers sent me a link to this blog page entry. It shows just how much ol' AH! (the signature on his art) loves Power Girl.

From the mailbag: Adam Hughes art

This is going to be the start of a regular feature I'll call "From the mailbag". These will be from e-mails that I've been sent. Usually they ask questions about superheroing or being a superhero, but other times they'll send art - especially if it's about boobs. A few are a bit - how shall we say - risque, but some are cute.

The art below is by an artist named Adam Hughes. Hughes is one artist that I'd LOVE for him to draw me. Amanda Conner is the other (you saw some of her work in the previous blog entry).





















Isn't it cute? This art is also an example of how simple pencil art can be SO expressive. With just a few lines, he's managed to give the feeling of depth and volume and shape and form. Power Girl looks like she's really messing with quite a handful (two handfuls, actually) keeping the "ladies" from - ahem - busting out. In addition to PG, he's also known for drawing Wonder Woman and Catwoman - but judging by all the sketches of PG that I've seen, he seems to hold a special place in his heart for her. Awwwww.....

Anyway, if any of you know Adam Hughes or Amanda Conner, let them know that I'd like them to do a drawing of me. Or if Adam or Amanda happen to be reading my blog - give it some thought - pleeeeease??? I'll be your best friend if you did! :-D

I've had this, too

A friend of mine sent me a link to these comic strips from a webcomic titled Wapsi Square. The name of the woman wearing the black top is Monica.

I'm sure you can figure out why my friend sent me these particular strips, right? ;-)

It's funny, but I've had those kinds of questions, too. Most especially, "Are they real?" Not that it's any of their business, but yes, they are. No plastic or silicon.

Anyway, I've read Wapsi Square from time to time. It's mostly about Monica dealing with supernatural creatures and her personal demons given form. AND more than the occasional boob joke. And you thought I was bad talking about boobs! :-D