Grawlix. I’ve told you that word before, haven’t I?
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There’s a right way and a wrong way to do anything.
I sit in on my son’s violin lessons and take notes for him, Suzuki Class style. The last two lessons have mostly been about him correcting some posture habits that, if successful, will allow him to relax his left thumb just that little bit and thus result in a bigger, cleaner sound. Who’d have thought that the way you hold your opposite shoulder and bend your opposite elbow would eventually cause you to over-extend your thumb and mess up the tone of your playing?
Likewise with kayaking. Who’d have thought that hanging upside down and banging your head on the rocks as you pass wrong-way-up through a rapid could have an adverse effect on the way you hold your shoulders?
I may have had some elements of that last part transposed.
It’s like playing Dungeons & Dragons.
Your first time, you spend WAY longer than you think you should, just to create a character. Then, after burning an hour or so on that, your character is eaten by, I dunno, a Gelatinous Cube in the first five minutes.
You don’t have to spend another hour making another character, though… so you play the next game, and the next.
… So, if you had to re-outfit your boat and re-learn how to wet-exit every time you kayaked, you wouldn’t do it. But after you got that boat fitted out right, well, why NOT fall out of it a couple more times?
Today we have a guest.
It’s Viking Overlord! He’s wandered in from his own webcomic that you can access by clicking on the image below.
So yeah, when other cartoon characters break a paddle… or oar… who else would they come to? Blondie? Opus? The Buckets? Heck no. They, like you, come here.
Now, go visit Viking Overlord! Tell ’em I says, “Hey!”
Also, oars fit into oarlocks, see, and you row with them, facing backward if you need speed but facing forward if you merely need to steer. Paddles, on the other hand, you paddle with those- meaning you hold both the handle and the middle of the paddle, thus becoming the fulcrum yourself (instead of the oarlock being the fulcrum) and you face the front of the boat all the time, no matter which direction the boat’s facing. Paddle… Oar… it’s important, people. “So ends your daily sermonette.”
I remember taking kayaking lessons at the local university. Everyone was really, really excited to learn to roll the boats. It was what kayaks were known for, after all.
Imagine everyone’s disappointment when the first thing we had to do was… learn to get in the boats without breaking them.
Ah, fiberglass kayaks and concrete pools. Them was the days.
Poor ol’ Freud. He did a lot, but y’know… he made some assumptions that didn’t pan out. Us guys walked around for a generation or two after ol’ Freud thinking that women wished they had what we had.
Turns out, women’re people, and just wanna be treated like people, and generally, they are fairly happy with the genitalia they got. Who’d have thought it? Not Freud.
Freud probably drove some German car, had lots of leather and wood trim, bunch of McWienerschnitzel bags and cups in the back floorboard, Gutta-percha testicles swinging from the trailer hitch, and a big ol’ “Honk if you wish you had one” bumper monogram.
…And still couldn’t work out why the ladies weren’t all impressed with his ride.
Purple Haze, all in my brain…
Yesterday was a national holiday here in the U.S.
There was food and drink and merriment… that I didn’t plan for.
So you get a “Happy Fourtha July” doodle.
For our Canadian friends (Yes, you know who you are, Allan), Happy Few Days After Sesquicentennial!
You can get a lot of information from a well executed background.
I hope I gave everyone the right impression about Mrs. Foris and her home.
…’Cause I don’t wanna have to draw it again.
You ever do stupid stuff like that when you were a kid? Riding down the interstate in the back seat, keeping your elbows lower than the bottom edge of the window so your arms look like it’s someone else choking you to death as people in the passing lane… probably ignore you. But I dunno. Once in a while…
Just me, huh?
Fine.
