This was a from a story from my childhood, I’m not sure if it was myself or one of my siblings who dropped peas through the hole in the floor, or maybe it was my dad’s story. Hm. I’ll have to ask.
Anyhow, a vase seemed more convenient, and since it’s such an absurd prop, I enjoyed bringing it out whenever I had a decent idea for it.
I have no strong feelings, myself, about brussel sprouts, all I know is my brother once tried to see how many he could fit into his mouth at once. Ah, the days.
I feel I’m pretty good at letting things go. But sometimes I’m torn. In today’s strip, part of me likes the wordy babble of Vachel in this particular case…. but part of me wants to edit out about 2/3 of the words. :)
There was a certain self-satisfied glee I’ve felt from (some) people who made lots of money on the housing bubble, which was fun to play it up here in such a silly way.
My first comics I drew as a kid were about tofu torturing children. My parents both worked in a tofu factory, and as a kindergartner I found that to be hell.
These days I like tofu. Especially with peanut sauce. Live and learn.