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Ms. Coates’ CLUE Class

Oct05

by Greg Cravens on October 5, 2017 at 1:42 pm

So, there I was, minding my own business, when I’m invited by my kid’s CLUE teacher from a couple of years back to come to the school where she’s teaching now.

And… get this… talk to the CLUE class about Cartooning.

Mind you, these are the smart kids, so heaven only knows why they’d want to know about expressing themselves through illustration…

So, I went, and handed out some handy, if slightly dated, handouts about how many different kinds of cartoonists there are… you can tell the age of the handout because it says something dumb like “CD/DVD covers” instead of “Podcast graphics”

And after I filled the kids with all the cartooning knowledge they could ever need (assuming they’ll ever need any) I left. Which gave Ms. Coates the opportunity to force the poor youngsters to draw EDITORIAL CARTOONS! Yes, the most despised kind of cartooning in repressive societies everywhere. The kinds of cartoons that regularly get Egyptian and Syrian cartoonists jailed and their families threatened.

Can you believe what freedom-loving hooey they let teachers pass on to our treasured offspring? Man, we better hope there’s no reactionary, ego-driven, heavy-handed regime takes root here or those kids are in for it.

Anyhow, here’s some photos!

CLUE cartoonists

└ Tags: Cartooning, CLUE class, editorial, freedom of speech, school, smart

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Let’s play ‘spot your favorite cartoonists’

Jun29

by Greg Cravens on June 29, 2017 at 9:19 pm

Posted In: Blog, Dirty Pictures

Westward Ho! The 2017 Reuben Awards Weekend in Pictures

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Was Your Mother a Mudder?

Oct17

by Jeff Cravens on October 17, 2016 at 10:01 pm

Posted In: Blog, Dirty Pictures, Lies Around The Campfire

Brother Jeff interviews himself.

Interviewer Jeff: It looks like you just got back from a bike ride. I can see there’s mud on your teeth.

Biker Jeff: Yes. I tend to smile a lot when I’m cruising down a muddy single track.

IJ: So, you enjoy mountain biking after a rain?

BJ: After, during, before. It doesn’t matter. When the trail’s muddy it seems like a whole new trail. It’s a nice change of pace. You have to change your style. Lean back a bit more, check your speed, stay off the brakes in the turns, anticipate the slide, blame the kids for the muddy footprints in the kitchen when your wife gets home…

IJ: Did you wipe out today? You know, take a tumble, taco a rim, get another concussion?

BJ: Nope. I haven’t wrecked this season except for that one jump at Squilchuck back in August. I had no problem going off the jump, but I must have forgotten to make sure the bike was under me for the landing. I lost a little skin, but I wasn’t using it for anything at the time. And, as for the concussion last year, I don’t think I had a concuss… it was… What was the question?

IJ: I don’t remember the question. I think we were just talking to our-self.

Hey, did you see any wildlife on the trail today?

BJ: No attack-grouse today, and no rattlesnakes on the trail, but the damage from the big boys was all over.

IJ: Damage? Big Boy’s? Did someone attack a Shoney’s?

BJ: No, man, the animals… the deer have been using my trail and tearing it up. Then there are the elk. The only difference between an elk and a furry post-hole digger is that a post-hole digger doesn’t poop while it’s making holes in your trail.

BI: How about bears?

BJ: Funny I should ask me that question. There was a young bear just ahead of me today. I never got a look at him/her, but I heard him/her up in the brush when I got off the bike to take pictures. I accidently chased him/her back in the summer at the same spot (if it’s the same bear). Jet black, small, and really fast – faster than I am on the bike going full speed.

IJ: Aren’t you worried you’ll get attacked?

BJ: No. I don’t think he can ride a bike, and I’m pretty sure the service berries taste better than me. That said, if he ever gets tired of being chased, I’ll have to do some swift negotiation involving peanut butter, ‘cause there’s no way I could outrun him.

IJ: Well, there you have it, folks. That’s all the time I care to spend talking to myself. Until next time, happy autumn trails!

└ Tags: Autumn, bear, jeff, trails

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Stand Up for the Board…

Jul20

by Greg Cravens on July 20, 2016 at 8:47 pm

Posted In: Blog, Dirty Pictures

Okay, so some of you know that it’s my brother that’s the inspiration for a lot of Hubris cartoons. He’s more outdoorsy than I am, but he can’t draw for beans. So when I get a chance to hang out with him, there’s usually a good chance that something entertaining is going to happen, and I’ll be the only one with the kind of art skills to exploit it mercilessly.

Northern Wisconsin, on a lovely lake surrounded by all manner of cabins and summer homes and all, he and his brother-in-law decided to find out if you could stand on a SUP and be towed behind a motorboat. They were kind enough to give me a turn at it.

The last time I’d tried to stand on anything being towed behind a boat was nearly forty years before. And before I started kayaking much, I was insanely creeped out by large bodies of water (or, more accurately, by what my imagination filled those bodies of water with). That time all those years ago, I learned to faceplant expertly, but I did not learn to ski.

So the chances that I’d do something worth photographing this time seemed pretty high. I figured I could knock out a tooth or something clever.

As it was, my brother said, “Remember to lean back”, which I also recalled being told when I was twelve, so I leaned back.

He didn’t say to wait for the slack to leave the rope, so I hadda climb back on the damned board. Fine.

I stood up. I leaned back at the appropriate time, and I skied along behind a boat on a SUP. I’m told we didn’t go over about 14 miles an hour. When you’re ON the board, though, and have no idea how long you might be there, 14 miles an hour feels pretty good.

I should have put more effort into crossing the wake, and making a show of leaving the board, but that’s what my brother and Doug were for.

For now, you have to look at photos of me not flying off a SUP and into that nest of Cottonmouths they spooked me with tales of back on that lake in 1977.

Then you can look at photos of my brother doing a wildly entertaining dismount.

GregSkiBoard

Nice, right? Look at that form… that style… that weirdly pained expression on my face.

Now, watch this action… My wife (the photographer on this trip) had worked out with Jeff that he would ‘try to get horizontal before he struck the water’.

And so…

Jeff Splash

└ Tags: lake, River, ski, Stand Up Paddleboard, SUP, water, watersports

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Playing Games Again

Jul17

by Greg Cravens on July 17, 2016 at 10:13 pm

Posted In: Dirty Pictures

Sigh. Another round of testing for the Hubris- Great Stanky Creek OutdoorFest Game has come and gone. Since the previous round, we added a game board, and changed some of the statistics on things. We know more about how long a game can last, and how many rules it’ll take to make it work. Yow.

It’s fun, though. There’s some silly interactions between players that’s built into it now. And there’s some more fine-tuning to do before it goes to some hotshot gamers for an acid test. Cross your fingers for us, and if you have any suggestions, or silly things that you like about games you enjoy, post a comment for heaven’s sake.

└ Tags: cards, flip a coin, game, Great, players, Rock Paper Scissors, spinners, The Great Stanky Creek OutdoorFest

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Gotcha Buffaloed.

Jul03

by Greg Cravens on July 3, 2016 at 12:01 am

Posted In: Dirty Pictures

So there I was- I had done a little art for a local triathlon. Then I did a little graphic design work for it. Suddenly, I find myself in 90 degree heat, wearing a leather jacket and hugging a giant toy Bison. Named Bob. My life… is weird.

└ Tags: Annie Oakley, Bison Bob, Buffalo Bill, triathlon

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More of HeroesCon

Jun28

by Greg Cravens on June 28, 2016 at 12:03 am

Posted In: Dirty Pictures

Here are some more entertaining shots from HeroesCon- I really should have gone around, I suppose, and gotten photos of other cartoonists and things, but lets face it- We weren’t there to have our photos made. The Cosplayers, though? Kinda there for a purpose. They announced via the P.A. that you were to use common Con etiquette and ask permission for photos, but with the nice crowd of folks that go to HeroesCon, shouting out “Hey! Photo Op!” and waggling your camera with a smile is perfectly acceptable.

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└ Tags: Charlotte, comics, cosplay, costumes, DC, HeroesCon, Marvel

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HeroesCon

Jun26

by Greg Cravens on June 26, 2016 at 9:10 pm

Posted In: Dirty Pictures

I mentioned that I went to HeroesCon 2016 in Charlotte NC, and it’s taken me this long to publish any of the photos. Sorry about that. Here’s to get you started:

Charlotte2016-01

Kudos to you if you can name all the characters. Admiration to you if you can even pin down what media in which the characters appear.

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SnapShots

Jun02

by Greg Cravens on June 2, 2016 at 7:42 am

Posted In: Blog, Dirty Pictures

So, on Sunday morning, Mark Simon and I went for a little skating. Old guys, and each of us had a new board to play with- He because his son newly works at a skate shop. Me because I bought up some parts years ago with a neat idea for a really nice custom build… that I finally just slapped together and rode. Here’s a photo of me about to lose the board to my hind side as I had to R-U-N-N-O-F-T to the fore:

FatSkate

And here’s me and Bill Morrison (The Simpsons, Bongo Comics) you’ll have to guess which of us is which, the disguises are so utterly complete.

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And here’s a photo of one corner of a room that had been filled with books and goodies to be put in bags for the St Jude kids. All the stuff eventually made it into bags somehow… Thanks to my kids, Lonnie Easterling and his kids, Dave Garst, and Dr. Aaron Shafer and his kids.

Did you know there’s a Hirschfeld caricature of Danny Thomas at St Jude? There is. It’s waaaaaay up on the wall so that cartoonists can’t grab it and hide it in their stuff.

ThomasByHirshfeld

Three Gregs. Greg Walker (Beetle Bailey) Greg Evans (Luann) and that guy.

TheGregs

And there’s Mark Simon doing a nice turn at the top of that rise. His new build had really nice bearings and really soft wheels. Soundless, around the park. Unnerving, you might call it.

MSimonSkates

└ Tags: Bill Morrison, Costume, Evans, Gregs, Mark Simon, or is it John?, Paul and George, skate, Walker

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You asked for photos…

May30

by Greg Cravens on May 30, 2016 at 8:44 pm

Posted In: Blog, Dirty Pictures

So here we are-

That’s Dave Garst (aspiring cartoonist groupie and all-around excellent person), BJ Higdon (Son of Bruce Higdon, Punster and Caricaturist), Mark Simon (HotShot Storyboard Artist, and Modern Media Entrepreneur who obviously doesn’t sleep), John Hambrock (Creator of The Brilliant Mind Of Edison Lee and Co-Host of The Kenosha Festival Of Cartooning) Todd Clark (Who creates Lola and is one of MAD’s usual gang of idiots) Rich Powell (Creator of Wide Open, and another of MAD’s usual gang) John Read (founder of the magazine Stay Tooned, Caricaturist, and movie studio grunt), My son Gideon (JROTC nut and producer of an airsoft gun video here a while back that he should now make more of)

And me, sprawled on the floor.

The Paintballers

So, that was the ‘before’ photo. Here are the afters:

Todd took a few shots.

ToddClarke

John Hambrock, too, took a couple of shots to the body.

JohnHambrock

Rich Powell shows us that getting shot in the eye, which sounds bad, isn’t quite so- as your eye is armored as many other anatomical parts are not…

RichPowellEye

Mark stopped a LOT of paintballs. Probably had nothing to do with the red shirt.

Yes, the shirt started off red. It didn’t get that way during the game.

MarkSimon

Quick Break. No bones, but y’know. Breaking. We look a jolly bunch, don’t we? ‘Specially Rich, who kinda knew what he was doing (Ex-Marine, you see) and who stayed pretty darn happy under fire. Disturbing.