“Why’s the kid keep saying “Paste”?”
Y’know, it might be EMBARRASSING to just ask. He might have some nervous issues or something. Who can tell, right? The kid’s doctor… or his, I dunno… Parents…
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Wednesday was weird. I had a two-part caricature gig at a convention.
Most caricature jobs aren’t two-parters. But this client was smart and familiar with their scheduling, so I had a couple of hours just after lunch and another couple of hours just after dinner. Good planning.
But on a Wednesday. Usually those things happen on Saturday, so the whole day had a Saturday feel. Add to it that my kids are on Spring Break, and the feel of a weekend was complete.
Also- I tend to tune out reality while I’m doing caricatures. There’s a lot of focus that gets spent on a thing that’s done and then whisked away in moments, and so the memories of each drawing get dumped as the next person sits down and you go through the routine again… and the memory is dumped as you move on to the next subject. So, by seven in the evening, I had misplaced four hours of time. Add to it that Daylight Savings Time means that the sun hadn’t yet gone down when I left the convention center… So I had no idea what day it was or what time it was supposed to be.
I got a whole Saturday out of a Wednesday. Cool, huh?
You ever just run out of happy to share with everyone? Maybe it’s like blood, or pocket change, or something, and eventually there just isn’t any to hand over.
Or, maybe you’ve just run into one of those people you can’t get along with.
Everyone, meet David.
It’s tough, being excited for someone when they go off for a new career in the bright lights… and you know that, for you, it just means there’s nobody else that’s gonna clean the bathrooms.
Trying to get my taxes sorted out for the year. Boo.
Doing so with a new accounting company. Yay!
Have no real idea what it’s going to cost me. Boo.
But I’m recommitted to making sure I do the bookwork all year long instead of having to spend days counting up and figuring to get my tax stuff prepped. Yay!
I don’t enjoy tax time!!
But when I’m done, I get to buckle down and send the 1st Anniversary Patreon packs out, finally. Late. Y’know.
Maybe he can give the signs a couple of coats. Get it? Ohhh, that’s mean.
I got word today that my new stickers are about to ship. They’re less Hubrissy than previous stickers, but I reckon that all Patrons of Hubris wouldn’t mind a sticker or two along with their new thank-you packets.
I should apologize- I’m not very good yet at posting updates to Patrons. But a few time-eating projects have been dealt with, so I’ll get my act together. Thanks!
Oh, those naughty videos… Lowell doesn’t seem like the sort of person to buy bootleg copies of Xanadu (the unexpurgated version) or Voluptuous Vixens of Venus part IV in 3D. Not the one with Shatner. The original.
Does he?
Don’t you love those times when you’re asked to do a favor… and it’s exactly what you’d want to do anyhow?
I’m trying to think of a good example.
I’m sure there is one…
Well, maybe YOU can think of one.
Not enough mountains around here, that’s what’s keeping me back! You don’t wanna go riding off into the mud flats of the river delta, nosirree… that’s a lotta miles with people standing around watching you and saying, “Daggone, man, he must be, what, four or five miles down the road. Oh, look, he stopped to catch his breath again. Well, gettin’ dark, best we go home. He’ll be out of sight by morning, I reckon.”
