Traveling Pilsburies.

This is the latest comic in the series I've been making and have been published regularly in Grapevine. I still haven't found a good name for it so if anyone has a fertile mind with great ideas let me know.

This was also the last comic I made before we went on tour. Which reminds me:

Travel log, day one.

We have finally arrived in Belgium. So far this day has been a pretty long traveling day with short intervals of glorious food eating. We flew to Paris and then we slithered our way to Belgium. One plane, four trains and two taxis. The actual traveling part wasn't that long, only around eight hours total. But when we tried to buy train tickets in Paris, the trip went from 8 hours to 11. It would have been alright but we had to wake up before 5 AM this morning after about 3 hour sleep so we were tired and braindead.

Gare du Nord's lower levels are a horrible labyrinth. We wandered around, read every sign and tried our best to understand french. We found quite a few signs with arrows that actually led to nowhere. Maybe it's french humor? I wouldn't know. We found an elevator that didn't want to go to our level at first. We waited and waited and when it finally arrived and opened it's hellmouth, a stench like no other invaded our noses. There was urine splashed on the glass walls and it reeked so badly that I felt like throwing up. I didn't notice the piss until I was almost touching it with my hair and then it was to late. The elevator had already claimed us.

At a small information booth we met the two rudest and most unhelpful people in Europe. The woman was so passive aggressive that her sour little mouth almost disappeared when she refused to talk to us. These people didn't want help us at all and couldn't bother to inform us that the city of Antwerpen is called Anvers if you are french speaking. The huge "Information" sign above their heads looked like some elaborate irony. Maybe it was actually a joke, some french humor I'm not getting. Some boring candid camera thing they show on planes in France and Germany and is always more abusive that actually funny.

In the end, thanks to my boyfriend/boywonder who figured it all out and managed to force tickets out of some machine. That man has a brain the size of a watermelon.

I've never understood people that have jobs where they have to interact with other people but seem to hate the human race. It's utterly beyond me. Like these people today. I think they should move underground so the rest of us don't have to see their sorry little faces. And there they can pee in their elevators as they wish and make signs that lead to nowhere.

Anywho, this was just a detour. The trip was fun and I'm very happy to be back on the mainland. I'm very excited to play at the festival tomorrow.