And the storm draws in…
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You’ve done this, haven’t you? Made assumptions, got excited, found out you’ve overextended yourself and then… you find everyone else involved has too. And everything’s fine.
Yeah, me neither. But I’ve heard it happens.
Power’s back on. Light table, computer, scanner…
And I’m back home!
So here’s a cartoon for you.
Here we are again. I’m learning this iPad thing, but I tell ya… it ain’t no 1963 light table with a sheet of heavy paper and a Raphael brush, it ain’t. It ain’t a desktop Mac, neither. At least I’m not drawing for you on my phone…yet.
I visited the Wacom studios in Portland last weekend. Wooooo, now, there’s some hardware, ladies and gentlemen. Wave of the future. Light table, paper, and computer all in one. People will wonder one day what a ‘scanner’ was.
traveling again already. But the power’s back on at home. Learning more about doing the strip entirely on an iPad. Because of the craziness, today you get the sketch first!
if you have any advice, I’m listening.
So. Air flight is awful.
I don’t remember it being awful when I was younger, but it’s awful now whatever I think I remember.
I used to get tickets and worry until I had a boarding pass in my hand.
That all ended a long time ago. Boarding passes are scarcely a guarantee of anything any more. And I’m not even talking about airline customers being dragged off flights while people are shooting video. I’m not even talking about the security changes that happened after 9-11. Not talking about not getting “free” peanuts on some flights, or being gouged to pay more than your ticket price because you’re taking your luggage. Or about airlines badgering you about joining this or that special flyers snob program, or overselling flights, or not having enough planes or parts to do anything if something somewhere goes sideways.
I might be talking about all those things put together, along with the random circumstances that are involved in moving yourself farther than a ten or twelve hour drive. That’s how much I’ve given up on air travel. If I have a business meeting or cartooning event or anything less than ten or twelve hours away under my own power, I’m not flying.
Because I no longer trust the airlines to get me there.
Increasingly over the last 16 years, I’ve had to scramble, huck, and hustle to change flights partway into a trip. And when I say “I”, of course I mean that some poor gate agent, whose job has increasingly become putting out the metaphorical fires of people who aren’t where they’ve paid to be and don’t know how they’re supposed to get there. Connecting flights are monstrous these days. And by “these days” I mean for the last few years. Because the latest indignity happened to me Wednesday.
I was on pins and needles because of a screwed-up farce of a trip that happened a few months ago. That one left me wandering my hometown airport for five hours while delays piled up and eventually landed me at my destination at 2 a.m. with no luggage. And this time, on my way to Portland from Memphis, after fiddling and diddling on the computer once it was seen that there was, of course, no chance of making the connecting flight they’d sold me, I was told, “Your second best chance is to take a flight to Dallas, find a hotel room, and I can book you on a flight from there to Portland tomorrow morning. Oh, wait. That just filled up. Well, your first best chance is still just to go home now, and come back tomorrow and try again on a morning flight. That’s at 7:15. Better get here a couple of hours early. Morning flights are awful.”
I missed my very first NCS board meeting. And Karaoke the night before.
I hate air flight.
Friday’s update might be late. Or weird. Or something. Watch this space.
Of course, we all do EXACTLY what our doctors tell us to do.
Any of you guys in Portland?
The one in Oregon. Not the other one.
There’s probably more than one other one, but you know what I mean.
I’m finally sending out emails via the Patreon site, showing off old character sheets and oddments- just in case any Patrons like that sort of thing. The next one will be from the first syndicate submission… back when Hubris owned a dog and had his own TV show. Weird.
Feel free to become a Patron of Hubris… for as little as a quarter a month! The Patreon button is down there on the left. Click it and see what’s there.
