Proof That The Yank Needs To Get A Job Or Something...

Okay guys, I got a little carried away with the super hero thing.  Read at your own risk.  Click on each section to enlarge it.  I apologize for my lack of artistic abilities.  Also, I should warn you that all of these cartoons happened late at night.  They're pretty weird, especially towards the end.  Enjoy!

Calling the Transatlantic Rescue Squad!

The Brit begins another long commute home, after a hard day at work. All he wants is his nice warm bed, or perhaps a nice cold pint. But his daydreams are interrupted by a noise. An annoying noise. A tinny, annoying, irritating noise...

No! It can't be! Evil Loud Music Chav Girl! Being able to hear somebody else's music while stuck in a train carriage is the Brit's Kryptonite. It turns him from a mild-mannered, rather pleasant young man into a slobbering, growling, rage-filled beast, like this:That can't be allowed to happen - he can't control his powers when in Rage-Beast form. He quickly summons his superhero support group. Within minutes, the Yank arrives, accompanied by her faithful companion, Goat Man.

They immediately set about drowning out Evil Loud Music Chav Girl's offensive tunes with some excellent songs of their very own invention. The Brit feels the rage begin to subside. Meanwhile, the Canuck has arrived and his doing her very best to avert the disaster that would ensue should the Rage Beast appear in the enclosed space that is a tube train.

She...erm...floats through the carriage, spreading cinnamon hearts and, aided by her sidekick Yoga Cat, restores the mob of angry commuters into the group of polite, quiet and ever so British individuals they started the journey as.

"WELL DONE TASG!" The Brit cries joyfully, relieved that his evil alter ego will not be revealed. "Come, I owe you both a pint, seeing as you did, like, fly across the Atlantic to stop me kicking off."

And so they went to the pub, which Evil Loud Music Chav Girl could not enter as she had no ID.

DISCLAIMER: Allison & Lauren: I can't draw, so please don't take offence at my doodles. Rest assured you look nothing like the above. The 'art' tag is meant to be ironic. Allison: I'm unsure as to why you've adopted such a Christ-like pose. Lauren: I apologise for your outfit, and hope you don't mind me drawing Goat Man.

Also, Yoga Cat is in the pub picture, you may not be able to see him. I didn't want you to think I didn't buy him a drink, too. He's in the bottom left corner of the window.

Tune into Friday's edition of the Transatlantic SUPERHERO Group (see what I did there?), brought to you by the Yank.

The TASG VS. Suburban Moms

This week the TASG is writing adventure/superhero stories about ourselves. Hope you enjoy my installment!


In the suburbs of Southern Ontario...

The Canuck is working at a quiet, lakeside cafe alone on a sunny Monday afternoon. She’s ground enough coffee for her shift, restocked the milk, and swept the floors and there is nothing left to do. She fiddles with her phone and wishes she didn’t have four more hours to go.

She decides to make herself a nice hot cup of Earl Grey when suddenly the doors burst open and a mob of yuppy moms with strollers charge at the counter. They demand organic decaf, half-sweet soy moccas, and gluton-free cookies. They scoff when not all their requests can be met right away, if at all. The babies start to cry and the mothers get restless and start demanding that their drinks be made faster.

The Canuck cannot deal with this madness alone without having her ass handed to her by a yoga practicing mommy so she raises her Transatlantic Super Ring in the air.

From across the ocean and borders The Yank and The Brit receive the signal. The Yank is in the middle of playing a killer keytar solo at a local bar in Portland, Oregon, when she is summoned by The Canuck. Tom is at a Fulham match on a cool day in London, England, when his ring lights up alerting him of trouble in Canada. He wraps The Elder Scarf around his neck and flies into the sky.

Meanwhile, back in Southern Ontario, The Canuck has pulled out her magic hockey stick and is using it to swat away the Lululemon-clad super moms. Soy milk is flying and babies are bawling. Suddenly the the front door kicks open and The Yank and The Brit come to save the day. Lauren promptly plays some lullabies on her keytar to pacify the evil babies while Tom charms the moms with his lovely accent and fashion sense.

The Canuck holsters her hockey stick and is finally able to finish up the drinks and send the ladies on their way. As a thank you she gives her TASG Super Friends lattes on the house. The three of them sit on the patio and enjoy the view.

Tune in on Wednesday for more TRANSATLANTIC SUPPORT GROUP adventures courtesy of The Brit.

This is my embarrassing photo this week - it's not really a photo, it's a drawing.
I suck at drawing faces. If there are any artists/cartoonists out there who'd like to draw us,
I'd love that!