Husky Galore

In the end I did Orpheus and Eurydice, straight, in my lunch break yesterday (some things never change). It ended:

Cerberus let him pass and licked his hand as he went. Now Orpheus would not see Eurydice again until he too died and went to the Underworld.

Blimey, I'm making myself cry here, never mind a bunch of eight-year-olds. Note recurring three-headed dog motif.

In class we talked about editing (well, mostly about Annoying Things Microsoft Word's Spellcheck Does) and about using computers to produce simple animation (I was thinking Flash and animated .gifs; our teacher was thinking Powerpoint).

This bit was illustrated by the following clip from Words and Pictures. I gave away my age by being the only other person in the room who remembered Words and Pictures; everyone else was too old or - shock! - too young.



When the little cartoon man appeared at the end I burst out "OH MY GOD I REMEMBER HIM HIS NAME IS CHARLIE." The shame!

We then talked about graphic novels and comics, which swiftly devolved into reminiscing about our childhood favourites and talk of farts and toilets.

For the rest of the session we split into groups and set about creating our own Beano-style strip. My group came up with Night Nursery, in which an ordinary little boy is sent by mistake to a playgroup for the offspring of monsters and ghosts, and has a whale of a time. There's a haunted Wendy house, and a sandpit with little tombstones.

For homework, each of us has to write an instalment of our comic. I have been composing my own hello chums guess what I'm up to this week type comics since I could hold a pencil, so I am looking forward to this.