My babies!!!! So this is my day 1: First encounter! Spot and Mooney, known by that time as Gabby and Eoin, first meet during a Ward Call (when all the neighborhoods of Brooklyn meet up) during winter. It’s freezing and Gabby (Spot) doesn’t know what the hell to make out of Eoin- a strange creature with the dopiest ear defect Gabby had ever seen.. the strangest, and the thing that flusters him the most, is that the stranger actually uses Spot… Gabe’s chosen nickname…
Read more about them here > @fae-ridgeite
OG comic + what’s going on TikTok under the cut!
Oh!! It’s around 1892- which would make Spot 12 and Mooney 11! I’m experimenting with a new style, which I really like.
I really like how Spot looks with the coloring and the style- so I think I might do the whole month in it and try to see if I can guide my normal style more that way!! I had a lot of fun drawing this- I have been nervous about Spooney (Spot and Mooney) just because they are so close to my heart and I love them so much.
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You get three wishes. No wishing for no wishes. What are they?
Note: This question will be answered in several parts, because Jack needs a quo … well, you’ll see.
David: It’s funny you should ask, because this very scenario is frequently discussed in exhaustive detail by the newsboys of New York.
Jack: Are you saying we talk about it a lot? Because we talk about it all the time. And I haven’t even mentioned the alliance.
David: I though we weren’t supposed to mention the alliance, Jack. But now that you brought it up -
Jack: Well, I was one of the founders of the alliance. But yeah, we need a quorum to bring it up.
David: A quorum. Because the alliance follows parliamentary procedure.
Jack: Don’t make fun of the alliance, Dave.
David: I’m just saying that some people put more thought into organizing an alliance built around an imaginary scenario than they do in almost any other area of their lives.
Jack: The alliance is real, Dave.
David: But the three wishes scenario is theoretical.
Jack: So’s next Wednesday.
David: What?
Jack: Next Wednesday hasn’t happened yet. We don’t have any evidence that it’s going to happen, or that we’ll be around to see it. So next Wednesday is imaginary.
David: Have you been smoking Medda’s cigarettes?
Jack: If I told you to meet me next Wednesday, you’re not going to argue with me about whether next Wednesday really exists.
David: Because we can be reasonably certain, based on past experience and realistic expectations, that we will be around next Wednesday. But have you ever heard of anyone getting three wishes, Jack?
Jack: I want to say no, but there’s one detail that makes me wonder. One detail that’s consistent in almost every story you hear about somebody getting three wishes. And when a bunch of different people say exactly the same thing, you have to suspect that there’s a grain of truth to what they’re talking about.
David: That’s not what I suspect.
Jack: Which is weird, because you’re usually suspicious about everything, Dave. So explain to me how, whenever anybody gets three wishes, he’s never allowed to wish for more wishes? What does that make you suspect?
David: That wishing for more wishes does not make for a very interesting story, since there’s absolutely nothing at stake.
Jack: Or, you know, a lot of people get three wishes. And they all have that same restriction. But most people aren’t smart about it.
David: And the alliance is an attempt to intelligently distribute imaginary resources.
Jack: Don’t insult the alliance, Dave. It’s a way to make sure that you and all your friends get the most out of your three wishes.
David: I wasn’t insulting the alliance.
Jack: Well, good. Don’t. Because it’s much easier to get invited out than voted in, and I don’t have that much influence.
David: You’ve yet to explain the alliance, Jack.
Jack: Like I said, I need a quorum. But I can tell you one thing.
David: I hope everybody’s sitting down.
Jack: And you can steal this idea to form your own alliances.
David: Because everyone who reads your blog is kind, well-intentioned, and willing to sacrifice for collective good.
Jack: Well, yeah - that describes each and every one of them. Have you met them all, Dave? Because it’s like you’ve met them all.
David: I’m sure the vast majority of them lovely and patient human beings who are willing to put up with your rambling on -
Jack: You say “human beings,” Dave, but I like to think at least one of them is a dog.
David: A dog.
Jack: Yeah, a dog that reads. I like to think that if he exists, he’s reading what I write.
David: So you’re writing for an audience of the most wonderful people on earth, and one literate dog.
Jack: If he exists.
David: Right.
Jack: And has an interest in reading stories.
David: Why wouldn’t he?
Jack: That’s what I ask myself. Have I offended him somehow?
David: If he exists, and he reads your blog, I’m sure you have offended him somehow.
Jack: Sorry, Digby.
David: He has a name?
Jack: It’s what I like to call him, until we get introduced.
David: I’m sure you’ve not only offended Digby, but every other reader of this blog.
Jack: Sorry, ambastards.
David: It’s what you like to call them?
Jack: It’s what they like to be called.
David: I’m sure that’s the case, Jack. Just be careful about how many people find out about this alliance idea, because you don’t want it to end up in the wrong hands.
Jack: Like, somebody reading this might wish that Chicago pizza is permanently declared better than New York pizza, ending the debate once and for all?
David: Just like that.
Jack: Nobody do that. And that means you too, Digby. You’re not even from Chicago.
David: Well, then, where is … do I even really want to know?
Jack: He’s from St. Louis.
David: You know what, Jack? Get together a quorum and talk about the alliance. I never want to hear another word about Digby.
Jack: He’s from St. Louis, he can read, and maybe he exists.
