Happy Halloween!

A few days late and a few dollars short, BUT! Today is Dia de los Muertos so I feel like I can get a bit of slack cut my way.

Enjoy this spooktacular illustration by yours truly, and keep eating that candy you hopefully got a lot of on Monday. Stay tuned!

Spooky Soup” – © Katie Kath 2022. Do not copy or reproduce without permission.
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The Chicken Saga pt. 11

We’ve had a lot of company over the last few weekends and some pretty packed weekdays in general, SO: that’s my excuse for this erratic posting of the Chicken Saga episodes. I’m also happy to say that I’ve completed a spankin’ new full-color illustration for Halloween, so stay tuned for a peek of that as well.

In the meantime, yes, I am still making Chicken Saga comics, and yes, it actually does have an ending!

The September Strange

Guys, I have a theory.

I’m convinced that my theory is like Einstein’s Theory of Relativity: not necessarily provable enough to be a law, yet it’s still so undeniably true that it should be a law anyway.

September is the month when the crazies emerge.

I don’t know why this is, but I can prove it’s true because when I sat down to sketch just some of the weirdness I’ve come across over the last two days, I was flipping through my sketchbook and saw I had recorded the same kinds of weirdness on the exact same dates last year.

Coincidence? Certainement pas.

“Comings and Goings in the Everyday” – © Katie Kath 2022

I don’t know what it is about September that makes The Strange happen.

Is it the barometric pressure? An astrological alignment? Or has it something to do with the atmospheric change in the Southeast when the seasons change from sweltering August to still-sweltering September?

Does the annual arrival of the much-anticipated PSL strike such a desperate yearn for cooler temperatures that the hoards of pumpkin-spice-addicts become completely unhinged when the realization hits that NC’s September weather will NEVER deliver on the Insta-cozy, cottage-core vibe they were hoping would suddenly imbue their souls after their first sip?? Does this unhinged-ness then propel itself into the atmosphere, coating everything it touches like so many motes of pollen?

Perhaps.

Anyway, it’s just a theory.

(Stay tuned…)