In this case, the ‘Punk’ in ‘Steampunk’ is short for ‘Punkin’.
How many of you have wondered what AllanVS actually looks like? Well, now you know. And knowing is half the battle.
Here, our model Allan is sporting a bootleg Hubris hat. It’s pretty cool, and I expect that many people see him wearing it and want a Hubris hat of their own.
For those of you who are not as energetic about it as Allan, I’ll be doing hats in the next few weeks. I’ll let you know.
So… I’m trying to decide on a promotional photo… Urrrhhmmm. Which one should I use?
You know what they say… “Beards Don’t Sell”. I’m thinking that the clean-shaven version might do better. Plus, y’know… there’s no REASON to show everyone how bald I am.
Brett’s decorated his laptop with HUBRIS. I’m flattered- it’s a Hubris-centric setup. I mean, even I have six other stickers on my laptop and only three Hubris stickers.
Anyone else want stickers? Yes, you’ll have to email me your address or POBox, but I do promise with all sincerity that I’ll never sell the information to anyone else. Plus, chances are that I’ll lose your address myself, and thus you’re protected from ever even receiving junk mail from me. Probably. Someday I might have something worth mailing around, and then you’re really in for it. Assuming I haven’t lost your address. Which I will. It’s not like I’m an orderly person or anything.
This past weekend, I was at the Ohio State University Festival of Cartoon Art at their newly built facility, the Billy Ireland Cartoon Library and Museum.
Whew! It was the eleventh tri-ennial Festival, and it was great. The facility has been years in the making, and while there is a little work to be done to finish the building, and there were lots of guys in hard hats working diligently the whole time of the Festival, that’s cool. Very few buildings have been done on time in the history of mankind.
The only real question is- Is it funnier if the building’s not yet finished inside, or would it be funnier if it was? That’s important to that many cartoonists and researchers.
Yes, there were cartooning history researchers there… from at least five countries. Cool, no? Might even be funny, in the right light.
Anyhow, here are some photos I took. If you click on them, you get to see them larger.
There are even some names you might recognize in there. In the third photo down, that’s Mort Walker- who originated ‘Beetle Bailey’ and ‘Hi and Lois’ and whose family continues to do the strips. In the next photo down you have Dan Thompson, Chris Sparks, Norm Feuti, and Mark Parisi. In the following photo, aside from University dignitaries and Philanthropists to whom we owe much, are Jenny Robb and Lucy Caswell, for whom all cartoonists and cartooning academics everywhere have a warm, soft spot in our hearts and lives. They were about to cut the ribbon on the fine new $13,000,000.00 facility. After that, you get to see Dave Kellett and Brendan Burford. Then, the panel of folks who talked about the really terrific new documentary STRIPPED- That’s Dave Kellett again, Fred Schroeder, Dylan Meconis, Hilary Price, and Patrick McDowell.
If you don’t already know all these people, I urge you to bone up on your cartoonin’ knowledge and google ‘em. I deliberately left off the features that most of the cartoonists do and the syndicate that one fella edits in, so you can guess if you have the chops, or you can look ‘em up and expand your world. Discovery Educates.
Did I mention that I got to hang out with cartoonists in Knoxville the other weekend? Here’s Guy Gilchrist- cartoonist, musician, sculptor, public speaker, marketing dude and all-around cool joe. He’s drawing Nancy… ’cause he does the comic strip ‘Nancy’ now. It was originated by Ernie Bushmiller about a bazillion years ago, you young’uns.
New Reader JackTheBlack4444 sent this in:
Did a mud run with Miss Fit’s group and raised a ridiculous amount for St. Jude (Children’s Hospital), something like 10 grand. Mostly due to the fact that Miss Fit is a fitness model and has a legion of fan boys. But that is beside the point.
It’s sort of a Blues Brothers meets Swamp Thing look, isn’t it? Very cool. Especially on a hot day.
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In Boston a couple of years ago, The National Cartoonist Society had their big annual meeting, and part of that was John Read’s Cartoon Art Collection Show ‘One Fine Sunday in the Funny Pages’. That’s a show of original comic strip art from a single Sunday, featuring old-school newspaper comic strips you may have seen in your local paper, depending on which cartoons your local paper runs. Very fun, and John was nice enough to ask me for a Buckets cartoon (Hubris isn’t in the newspapers, you know. Feel free to contact your local paper and explain what they’re missing. They’re always so happy to hear from readers these days.) and along with the actual showing of the show, and since there were a pantload of cartoonists right there anyhow, a lot of us were asked to go and sign autographs. There were special posters that the first however many people who came could have for free, just for autographs. It was very nice.
And then things got entertaining. This young lady thought “Why am I bothering with getting things like PAPER signed? Paper, after all, is so old school. I shall get my autographs on me. And she did.
I was using a skinny sharpie. There’s a doodle of Eddie Bucket on her forearm closest her elbow. Yay!
I was going to return to the photo of the cartoonists around the table, but before I got to it, I scrolled across this photo I’ve been meaning to show you since the middle of summer:
Yeah, it’s a trash can. It’s at Nesbit Park (also known locally as Stanky Creek- you didn’t think I made that up, didja?) I was there to ride the dirt trails early one morning and spotted this. It was interesting enough to me to cause me to take the photo. Anyone else see what I saw?
That’s right. The raccoons were going in and out of this thing at some point. Their little foot and handprints are all over it. My brother (hi, Jeff!) had some fascinating stories about raccoons from the times he was a Park Ranger (Hi, Park Rangers who are currently not working unless it’s for free because our congress doesn’t know how to solve problems amongst themselves without resorting to inconveniencing the real world!)
Raccoons, I have decided, are well placed to become the next species to cause worldwide trouble the same way we have. My prediction is that the little snots will discover fire soon, and burn us all out and take our Twinkies (or whatever feeble snack cakes we’ve been reduced to eating since Twinkies don’t really exist any more. And don’t wave those silly anemic little things they call twinkies at me, ’cause they’re NOT. Wrong size. Not a twinkie. Period. Who could ever think otherwise?)
You read it here first, people. When the raccoon uprising begins, remember that I was the prophet of doom who raised the issue for the very first time. Build me a monument on the spot where the hairy little bandits finally corner and quarter me as an example to those who oppose the Raccoon Empire.