The Blanket Bubble

I had an idea for a comic strip where a man (drawn, of course, as me) is asleep in bed under a blanket, when he is awakened by what he thinks was a tiny meow.

He half sits up in bed and sees a little bump under the blanket near his hip. 

With some alarm, he notices that the bump is moving up towards his face, and he tenses, preparing for what creature might emerge from beneath.

The final panel was to reveal that the bump was in fact a fart bubble that he had created himself, which blows out into his face when it reaches the edge of the blanket.

I was never able to accurately put down this idea into a satisfying visual form, and so this post languished from - wait, let me check - January 2012 until now!

If you still are subscribed in some way to this blog, congratulations - the perseverance paid off (?).

The real joke, of course, lies in the fact that even if I was lying awake in bed and knew what gaseous devilry was underway*, I'd still check to see how bad it was. Just in case you were going to turn your nose up at that*, the oldest known joke is also toilet humour:

"Something which has never occurred since time immemorial: A young woman did not fart in her husband's lap" - Sumerian proverb, 1900BCE

Notice that after 3900 years, I've managed not to directly use the f-word*, unlike those fucking Sumerians. Now that's evolution; it seems a celebratory acrostic is in order:

Fetid are you, when

Leaving silently; you are

Anonymous.

Torturing noses of us

Unsuspecting tearful crowd.

Loud are you; when

Exiting violently, you are

Near-ominous.

Confusing those of us

Expecting a fearful cloud.


Excuse me.


*all puns unintended, but they just slipped out*