Virgin mother?
Check.
Incorporial father?
Check.
Come to wipe the world clean?
Check.
Happy Birthday to:
Jessica Stensrud
There are self made monsters – people who, through selfish intent and callous deeds, cut themselves off from warm company. And then there are the so-called monsters – creatures who, in their uniqueness, stand out from the crowd and cannot fit in, no matter their desire to so. For the former I have nothing but contempt. For the latter I have much sympathy.
Happy Birthday to:
Joe Carr
The more I think about it, the less likely it seems that these folks would get together protect humanity from … anything. So what are they doing? Wilbur might still be interested in calling his “father” to Earth but I doubt that Frank (I’m just going to call him that – typing “the Frankenstein Monster” every time is tedious) or Helen would think that was great idea. Maybe they are planning a heist?
I didn’t plan to post this image on Christmas Day. I schedule posts for Sundays and Wednesdays. I finish coloring an image and then put both the black and white version and the color version into the queue. I finished coloring this one on November 7th. The next available slot for posting was today.
Three beings of improbable, one might even say miraculous, birth sharing fellowship. We are all monsters to someone. And we all need a place to call home, if only for moments. So, no, I didn’t plan to post this image on Christmas Day but it seems like an appropriate choice.
Merry Christmas to all you monsters. May you have rest and companionship today. Amen.