Some historians are putting forth the theory that Shakespeare was a schoolteacher at some point in his life. I personally wonder if he’d be any good at teaching English today, or if he’d just ruin the works of Shakespeare for a bunch of year 12 kids, like so many English teachers are wont to do.
I don’t think anybody has seriously suggested yet that perhaps Shakespeare’s students wrote his plays, but there are certainly stupider theories about the authorship of Shakespeare. People really don’t want Shakespeare to have written the works of Shakespeare, it seems; I personally guess that it’s because his prodigious output makes them feel lazy.
We’ve made jokes (indirectly) about Shakespeare before.
Apparently people in the UK have been bulk buying powdered baby milk for unofficial export to China, to the point where supermarkets are placing limits on the number of cans people can buy to prevent scalping. Some shops in Australia have already started rationing powdered baby milk for the same reason.
Not being a parent, I don’t even know if baby formula comes in liquid cartons already made up; but for the purposes of the comic I’m going to assume it does. Not only are cartons more interesting to draw than circular tins, but the idea of a fridge full of milk going bad before it becomes valuable tickles me.
Robert and I wrote a comic, so he is entirely blameless in the current Lack of Comics Debacle that seems to have become endemic here lately. It’s strange for me to type those words; my first instinct is to blame him for everything, like some sort of bizarre comics-themed Decade/Narutaki relationship.
I’ve been going through some personal stuff at the moment that’s affected my ability to draw in a timely manner (do not worry I am fine), so instead of a comic today, you get some doodles I did of another little robot.
He has dusters for arms, so let’s call him Dusba. He dusts things.