Stickman Studios

January 31, 2009

Laughing Gas: strip 25

Filed under: Laughing Gas — Josiah @ 6:00 am


“It would have been the easiest of tasks to bring her a red apple. You could have done it on your head. Instead of which,” I said bitterly, “you go about the place putting Mexican horned toads in her bed.”


January 29, 2009

Laughing Gas: strip 24

Filed under: Laughing Gas — Josiah @ 6:00 am


“A ghastly imp’s in there. It poked its head over the back of my chair – absolutely cheek by jowl – and said: ‘Eggy, old top, I’ve come for you, Eggy!'”

January 27, 2009

Laughing Gas: strip 23

Filed under: Laughing Gas — Josiah @ 6:00 am



January 24, 2009

Laughing Gas: strip 22

Filed under: Laughing Gas — Josiah @ 6:00 am


“Haven’t you ever heard of Sister Lora Luella Stott?
“No. Who is she?”
“She is the woman who is leading California out of the swamp of alcohol.”
“Is there a swamp of alcohol in these parts? What an amazing country America is. Talk about every modern convenience. Do you mean you can simply go there and lap?”

January 22, 2009

Laughing Gas: strip 21

Filed under: Laughing Gas — Josiah @ 6:00 am


With a terrific effort I would wrench my mind away from ice-cream, and – bingo! – in a flash I would be thinking of doughnuts.
I ought to have told myself, I reflected, that you never know when you may not be going to be turned into a kid of twelve, and that, such an occurrence being always on the cards, it is simply loony not to have a little something handy in the ice-box.

January 20, 2009

Laughing Gas: strip 20

Filed under: Laughing Gas — Josiah @ 6:00 am


We Havershots are men of action, even when we have been turned into kids with golden curls smelling, I now perceived, of a rather offensive brand of brilliantine.

January 17, 2009

Laughing Gas: strip 19

Filed under: Laughing Gas — Josiah @ 6:00 am


“But I wish to issue a statement. Briefly, then, owing, as I say, to funny work in the fourth dimension…mark you, I call it the fourth, but it may quite easily be the fifth…I’m a bit shaky on dimensions–“

January 15, 2009

Laughing Gas: strip 18

Filed under: Laughing Gas — Josiah @ 6:00 am


Besides, it all seemed so sudden. In the stories there had always been a sinister scientist who had messed about with test-tubes, or an Egyptian sorcerer who had cast spells, and the thing had taken weeks, if not months. In either case, you didn’t get results casually like this – out of a blue sky, as it were.

January 13, 2009

Laughing Gas: strip 17

Filed under: Laughing Gas — Josiah @ 6:00 am


“Hell!” I cried.
Well, I mean to say, who wouldn’t have? I saw right away what had happened. Someone, as the poet says, had blundered. Joey Cooley and I must have gone under the gas at exactly the same moment and, owing presumably to some bad staffwork during the period when we were simultaneously sauntering about in the fourth dimension, or whatever they call it, there had been an unforeseen switch. The impetuous young cuckoo had gone and barged into my body, and I, having nowhere else to go, had toddled off and got into his.
His fault, of course, the silly ass. I had told him to stop shoving.

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