July 15th, 2007
Summer signs and happy times
I’m going to be leaving you…
…but just for a couple of weeks… and I’ve made sure that there will be comics (for once I am automated) for you to read in the meantime.
I feel a little like an absentee parent, this is the first time I have left my comic for anything longer than a couple of days.
So, in a Godly fashion, if I don’t reply to your comments, I’m not snubbing you, I’m just not there…
But I’m already looking forward to reading them when I get back.
Maybe you could talk to each other, I’m sure you will have a lot in common.
So until the 29th, goodbye.
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Sean on 
Maddie on
Woo-hoo! Party at Adam’s house while he’s gone! I’ll bring the chicken feet and hot sauce.
chicken feet! how did you know?
You think of the bad things that happen on holidays– clouds, wasps and footprints. Is that so you can be pleasantly surprised? Or is it because you *really* need this vacation? Whichever, I wish you much happiness and peace.
I just know these things.
The worst things that happen on holiday tend to be the memorable ones. Such as the time in Daejon when I was accosted by three separate crazy people before even getting out of the train station. Some may call these things “bad”, but the experienced traveller can call them “adventure”.
have a lovely holiday adam.
i finish school on the 20th, so we’re all happy.
and joseph-I bagsi bringing the ostrich.
Have a great holiday! It’s good to get out and about. Come back with scads of new ideas.
Yay! Ostrich! I’ve never had it before… what’s it like?
i just came back from a trip to asia with my school. we tried new things, but not of the asian variety, more of the weird-fast-foods-we-don’t-have-in-australia variety. and boy, that was what i’d call an adventure!
seeing as how you guys have taken all my regular party contributions, what can i bring??
Justine- You could bring something Australian. Maybe vegemite. I have no idea what it’s used for, but I sometimes see it at the import shop here and my wife won’t let me buy it.
i know a french exchange student who smeared vegemite thick on some bread, thinking it was made of chocolate. big mistake! its like eating a mouthful of salty glue, basically.
hey, do y’all have tim tams where you live? because someone told me they’re only in australia, but i dont think thats right. man, tim tams are the best invention ever. i’ll bring those.
I’ve never heardof tim tams but i sure would like to. and joseph, i don’t know what ostrich is like, it won’t go in the oven. i thought a barbeque might solve this.
tim tams are these chocolate biscuits…oh but look, now I’m drooling.
and how freakin’ big is your barbeque? good luck!
i know probably none of you are interested, but I’m lamenting to the world the fact that i start school again on tuesday
my barbeque is tiny. but it’s not enclosed, so we’ll just lie the ostrich over it.
and you go back on tuesday? i only FINISHED on friday!
I’m actually beginning to feel a little mean because of this ostrich discussion. sorry ostriches of the world! we’re only kidding, i swear!
of course we are, we wouldn’t actually COOK an ostrich, let alone eat it…
after all, have you ever tried to catch one? they’ve got very long legs.
OK, I’m back from my travels, and let me start by saying it seems you’ve had quite a party. Ostrich? That’s a big bird to be chowing down on.
Now, I don’t know whether I was being prophetic when I drew this strip, but we had more than a single cloud in front of the sun. Followers of the UK news will know that we suffered massive floodings in some areas last week… one of which was the place where I was holidaying.
Every year a fantastic festival called Sheep Music is held in Presteigne. I was fortunate enough to be involved in setting it up this year, helping erect tents (no sniggers at the back) and helping out with welfare during the festival once it got started… the thing is, it very nearly didn’t.
On the first night of the festival torrential rain turned the site into a mud bath, and then even worse, the local river Lugg, that seperates the camping section from the main site, burst its banks. We went from festival to refugee camp in just under ten minutes.
Under normal circumstances this could have put a stop to the festival, but since none of the campers could leave the site (the surrounding area was badly flooded, blocking all road access), we relied on good-old-British-grit and ploughed on regardless.
Despite the terrible problems with the rising water, knee-deep mud, and floating tents, we had a fantastic time. The bands that could, played, and I would like to say a massive thank you to all of the festival goers that kept their cool and made the festival work despite everything.
If you ever want to see what community can do when you’re all moving in the same direction, go to a flooded festival, that’s my advice.
And I’d also like to say thank you to all you party goers that enjoyed my house whilst I was away. I’m still plucking ostrich feathers from the carpet.
and here was me, thinking we hid trashed house pretty well. you will note i backed out of the ostrich plan, and therefore cannot be blamed for the feathery mess.
good to have you back, adam.