Morocco + Mission Comics + Shotwells = drinking plus a seven hour time difference! Such dedication.

So said (and drew) our Shitty Kitty friends at Telephone and Soup last night at the Shotwell Bastille Day festivities. More revolutionary pictures there, including general laughter at the fate of being guillotined by a foam board blade, and the horror of an innocent burrito becoming bifurcated.

Anyway, this Saturday you can catch some foam board action at the studio before T&S leave for Morocco.

p.s.  Speaking of Morocco, check out the George Orwell Diaries.  The Orwell Prize is blogging his diary entries from 70 years ago to the day. He spent ‘last winter’ in Morocco recovering from a lung haemmorage — some amazing entries (if you don’t mind wading through notes on his garden and how many eggs his chickens laid).

The ‘current’ entries focus on the fascinating and horrifying buildup to WWII.

• Poland states that Danzig will be occupied if Danzig Senate declares for the Reich.
• Conscription of all persons 18-55 ordered in Hong Kong, but evidently so phrased as to apply chiefly to Chinese & allow exemption to most of the whites.
• More reports of fighting on the Manchukuo border, sufficient to indicate that fighting (prob. inconclusive) has actually taken place.
• Explusion of foreigners from Italian Tyrol does not include Americans. Rumours that purpose is to cover movements of German troops into Italy.
• Public Information Leaflet No. 2 (masking windows etc.) issued today. German visitors state gas masks have not been distributed in Germany.

The Orwell Prize people have linked to many of the original articles that Orwell references. Should make for some interesting summer reading — only two months until Germany invades Poland.

Her latest challenge? ゴジラ, aka GODZILLA!  The bastard child of nuclear testing of the 50s has attacked Orange Alley and our saviour is none other than the esteemed Shitty Kitty.

As illustrated by Steven, there are three possible outcomes.

Brain vs Brawn (Shitty Kitty 1, Gozilla 0)

Shitty Kitty eats shit (Gozilla 1, Shitty Kitty 0)

POW! BAM! Shitty Kitty is a WINNER. (Shitty Kitty 1, Gozilla 0)

Shitty Kitty’s future is in your hands, however.  Please vote below:

And check out the other new fine art on Orange Alley. Sasquatch and friends cruising?

And many more. Anyway, a great crowd on a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon. Thanks to Receiver for hosting. Viva La Mision!

And don’t forget the Shitty Kitty Bastille Day Meetup at Shotwell’s this Tuesday!

(Warning — the speaker is French. Transcript below for those of you who cannot bear to listen to a crazed, fromage-eating chat-knapper.)

Aaah Aaah!

SteeeVAHN!

I haava the Basteeel keeety. And I am naaht geeving eet baahhk.

HON hon hon hon! [ed: french laughter]

Hon hon hon.

Are you CRYING?  Are you crying, Steeeven?

Hon!

‘ee is MINE.

While you may think this your prototypical French villain, even the most dastardly have great respect for Bastille Day.  Therefore I have concluded that this could very well be a disgruntled descendant of French royalty.

The possibility exists, however, that the criminal is NOT FRENCH. While this may seem shocking in light of Steven’s recorded evidence, bear with me.

While researching French transcription techniques (note there is little agreement on how exactly to enscribe French laughter in English), I came across this “training video” made by English pretenders.  Note this critical screenshot of a moustachioed activist explaining how to “laugh French” :

Hough?  HOUGH?  Dear god, could it be Allan? I hope not, but the chain of evidence is certainly worthy of inspection by international art investigators:

1) Allan just returned from Spain and Germany, two countries SUSPICIOUSLY close to France.

2) Allan likes street art.

3) Shitty Kitty has recently shown up as street art.

4) Allan has known revolutionary moustachioed tendancies.

5) Allan can look a lot like this guy:

Steven, I think I know who you need to speak with next.

When you steal a two-dimensional animal/mascot, rule number one is to take pictures and post them online.

In the case of the missing Shitty Kitty from Shotwells, the creators WANT you to send them pictures.

This past Monday someone stole the above Shitty Kitty cut out from Shotwell’s bar.

One cut out stolen seemed like a random act of Shitty Kitty admiration. Now that a second one is gone it is clear that someone (or some folks) really like these cut outs. That makes Casey and I very happy.

But we really would like to know what you’re doing with that Shitty Kitty cutout and Bastille Kitty. Please send us pictures. Write us an account of the heist. A postcard. Something. Email us at info (a) telephoneandsoup.com

Their goal?  Get pictures of Bastille Kitty before Bastille Day (July 14th).  Are you up to the challenge, art thieves?

Their newest challenge:

Can you take Birthday Kitty with Dave all in your face at the bar?

Good luck.

Or if that seems impossible just come along to our next meet up. We can make you more Shitty Kittys on the spot. I was at Shotwell’s last night and Tommy (co-owner with Dave) and I were thinking about making the next Shitty Kitty meet up on Bastille day. (That’s July 14th for all of you non-francophiles.) Long live the revolution!

Just like the Suriya Thai elephant, it seems pissed — and it doesn’t even have a gun.  (Man, this would sure look good on that freshly painted door…)

And I am pretty sure I saw a roctopat driving a Ford F-150 in a strip mall parking lot when I was stuck in the suburbs of Denver this weekend:

(Or was it an octobit? I always get those rodent-Cephalopod hybrids confused, especially after a couple of margaritas at altitude.)

OK, news flash — if I ever see this, I am running like hell, ESPECIALLY if it is doing my laundry.