You guys remember Ray Stevens, right?
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Yeah, I know… Native American, ‘How’… it’s racist and all. But Kelly wanted to know ‘how’, so…
I’m lazy. But I’ll defend my use of the title.
So, if I was in that Costner movie, my name would have been ‘Lazy With A Fist’.
Hey, all of you who read more on this site than just the words in the boxes with the drawings- Want to check out TSOJ’s webcomic interview blogsite? Sure you do.
Also, there’s an interview with me, so… y’know.
Click HERE for that stuff. Enjoy.
Lunch in the corporate headquarters. I imagine it used to be pretty grim, but have you SEEN the kinds of commissaries these places build these days? Man, sometimes I wish I didn’t work from home, and could wander down to the ol’ HQ lunchroom and watch the sushi guys lay out some rolls… maybe stop by the soup station, or maybe the taco bar… fondue counter…
Nuts. Now I’m hungry.
I think I got the last of a loaf of bread and some cheese slices downstairs…
Yep, that’s the best thing to do… Write down all the stuff you get up to. All y’all remember that, now. And carry it around. And show it to people. People with cameras turned on you.
That way, when the police pick you up, they don’t have a lot of crazy bother trying to pin down exactly what to charge you with. Those folks have enough to worry about.
You didn’t suppose I was suddenly going to be one of those webcomics that shows nudity and all, did you?
Just for the record. I have nothing against kids. Or having kids.
But, they ARE kids y’know. Sometimes they are difficult to be in the room with.
I still remember there was an old episode of WKRP in Cincinnati, where the weird guy is being interviewed on the radio- he says that when you give a kid an IQ test for an adult, they score ‘Crazy’. (I’m paraphrasing.) What a great observation.
Hubris- Preparation
Sep19
Nobody (Well, in this age of the In’ernets, we know there’s always SOMEBODY) wants to prop up useless stereotypes. And here I am doing a comic strip about a married couple having the ol’ “Husband Climbs Down” scenario.
You know why I did it, too.
Tell me you don’t know a couple like this. Tell me.
Yeah, I know ’em too. Heck, sometimes I AM them.
Body language. We communicate a lot by the way we stand, and the way we move… or the way we don’t move.
Body language. Just remember, if you don’t want to talk to someone, and your body language says, “I’m randomly and uncontrollably violent, unreliably continent, inconsistently coherent, and just liable to leap into the air with my arms flapping around me”, then you don’t have to say it with either spoken or written language. It’s just a time saver left over from when we were a race of cave dwellers with a three word vocabulary… and one of those words is rude and currently still disallowed on TV.
I had a point to make, but had so much fun making up that last bit that I forgot what it was. Carry on.
You know how it’s been called ‘The Stone Age’ because, y’know, they found stone tools and obviously the men made the stone tools and killed food and everyone in the human race survived the ice ages and everything? Well, you realize, of course, that they’ve since found fossilized woven surfaces.
So, yeah. Buncha naked men running around with pointed rocks, grinning about how smart they were and then dragging a dead animal home to… the women who were wearing woven leather clothes, and carrying things around in woven grass baskets and sleeping on woven mats.
Stone age. Riiiiiiight. And somebody kept drinking all the fermented berry juice the women were saving for Sa’urday night, too.
