Met a guy once with a bike that was actually a disguised unicycle.
He was a Ringling clown, and his father had made the bike that, as the clown’s routine carried on, became a unicycle after losing piece after piece.
Brilliant.
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Bicycles. I know caricaturists that won’t draw them. These are the party caricaturists who do little cartoon bodies featuring the subject’s hobbies or jobs. Bicycles, they sometimes say, are too tricky to draw.
I’ve loved bicycles for a long time, and have drawn and painted a bunch of them. I’m really happy when a kid says, “Draw me on a bike.”
On the other hand… drawing a bike over and over again in a comic strip is tedious.
But I’m kinda happy to do it, even if the chainrings aren’t exactly round or toothed convincingly. You guys probably don’t mind, right?
When the lawyers have helicopter access, you know there’s trouble.
You know those lawyers that advertise on daytime television? A guy I spoke with was in a traffic accident with a woman once, and as they were trading information and waiting for the police, she made a phone call or two. Then, apparently in answer to her call, one of these selfsame ‘call-this-number-and-we’ll-see-that-you-get-paid’ lawyers (famous in this area) hops out of his car. The guy was beside himself and said something like, “Geez, lady! The cops aren’t even here yet, and you’ve called down this ambulance chaser?”
He was her husband.
He had a good sense of humor about it, though.
Do you guys remember when I used to do three cartoons a week, and a couple of blog updates too?
Maybe not. The metrics on the blog updates was wretched. I eventually quit so my family could see me for another minute or two a day.
But why not remind everyone of the fun they were missing?
That’s right! I wrote a silly article on FIRE LUMPS!
Here’s the photo that went with it.
Thrilling. Now that I think about it, there may be a reason there weren’t many page views on the ol’ blogs.
It’s distracting to pick apart language. “His eyes roved about the room”. Eww. “What kind of nonsense is this?” Well, nonsense of this kind or of that kind- what difference could it make if it’s economic or social or cultural? But it does make a difference, I suppose. It depends on who you ask.
Write that down. “It depends on who you ask” is, in fact, the answer to a hell of a lot of different questions. Especially economic or social or cultural questions. Give it a shot.
There you go. Soapbox speech for the day.
It’s my hair that makes me look old… And the sagging flesh that it refuses to grow out of, the traitorous thatch.
And that’s why I should give birth to a new head of hair… ’cause the old one made me look old.
Vampires. Ya got your Bela Lugosi vampires, then ya got your Barnabas Collins vampires, and then ya got your Anne Rice vampires, and after THAT… it just got silly.
Anyhow, the zombies get all the good parts these days.
I wonder how many lawyers and business folk have to talk out loud to get the sense of the contracts they write.
I talk mostly to give me something to listen to, and keep the echoes in my brainpan from confusing me.
Had a caricature gig at St. Jude Children’s Hospital, and I wasn’t able to do the Hubris cartoon for today.
But you get a caricature of Hubris, just like the folks at St. Jude got of themselves.
It’s … charming… when you realize that all the dialogue (usually I worry that I’m saddling everyone with too much dialogue) can all just be thrown out because the pictures tell the story.
I hope you’re charmed. And even if you’re not, I’ve saved you, like, two seconds of time you would have spent reading lettering. I know you’re busy.
