You’d probably like to know why there’s no new Hubris cartoon today.
It’s because I’m in Philly and drawing for families at the library in conjunction with the National Cartoonists Society.
Any of you cartoonists who wanna join the NCS, you gotta email me about that.
Here’s me being all goofy ’cause I was nominated for a Division Award.
And here’s what happens when you interrupt Sergio Aragones’ breakfast for an autograph. He gives you an autograph.
Everyone cross your fingers for me.
I know I haven’t been updating Patreon enough(and a couple of you guys are waiting on your patron packs) so it’s rude to ask for lucky mojo from you, too…
But the fact is that I’m anxiously awaiting Saturday night to discover if I’ve won a coveted Silver Reuben in the newspaper illustration division. (It’s coveted by me. I assume others -such as the other two nominees- covet it also)
So, any wicked dance at a crossroads or breath upon a lucky paw of an unlucky rabbit that you’re willing to expend… I’d appreciate it.
I like drawing woods. I’ve said that before, haven’t I?
Not that I want to draw them and color them over and over again, like four times or anything… but now and again is fine. Yay for computers on evenings when you’re exhausted.
I have a brother-in-law who’s a pilot. He says that American lady who just married the British guy didn’t go after him ’cause he’s famous and noble and all, but because he is a pilot.
I believe that some distinction was made over what kind of pilot he is, too.
Airplane pilots don’t necessarily class themselves with helicopter pilots. It’s plain bigotry, I suppose. I mean, can’t we all just fly along? Airplane pilots, helicopter pilots, hot air balloonists. We’re all just the same inside.
Except Gingers. Now, that’s just icky.
When I’m writing this stuff, everyone’s voice and action has to ‘ring true’ to my ear and my brain.
This one rings really well to me. Depending on your idea of who Kelly, Nikki, and Hubris are, it oughtta sound right.
There ya go. A little behind-the-scenes writing observation for ya.
If there was a fourth guy, he was going to be saying, “And with my fine singin’ voice, I reckon I’ll do th’ National Anthem!”
Because as we all know, we sing so darn GOOD after a couple of alcoholic beverages.
Every time lately that I hear “fire”, I think of the scene in the Thor:Ragnarok movie. The Hulk was a very entertaining conversationalist.
Mascots. I’ve known a few of those.
Generally, they’re really good people who stink up the insides of big fluffy costumes for our enjoyment.
And they probably know how to enjoy a good, deep, cool, unencumbered breath of air.
Look how hard I make it for these imaginary people to compete and how easy I’m making it for you guys!
I’ve received several more entrants since posting the application again. If you haven’t applied, you can scroll down, and make the Herculean effort required to download, fill out, and attach a photo to the application while still retaining the ability to email the thing to me afterward. That’s so easy compared to these poor lost souls that Paste can’t fit onto his coattails.
Dad should get that checked out.
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