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Broken Bones Heal and Chicks Dig Scars. Isn’t that the old adage? I remember being a kid so long ago that we had the big G.I. Joe dolls that had dog tags, fuzzy-wuzzy hair, and those weird pre-KungFu grip hands that were supposed to hold a rifle, but looked really stupid. They had scars down one cheek. Everyone my age secretly wanted to have a bike wreck SO bad that you’d get a cool scar like that. Plus, y’know, if it was from a bike wreck, it wouldn’t actually be your fault, so you wouldn’t be in trouble so much and you’d still have the cool scar.
You try to get ONE li’l advantage over everyone, and where does it get ya? Shot in the butt with a frozen paintball by the same punk that you just shot with one. Anarchists. Haven’t they heard the old aphorism? “Humor is when you’re shot with frozen paintballs, tragedy is when I’m shot with frozen paintballs.”
Well, it’s a bit late, yeah? But here’s today’s cartoon. Also, the Tip Jar has been tipped and we’ve got more than enough to buy you guys a couple extra cartoons in the next week or so. I hope I can find the time… I’ve also been asked why it’s been so long since I started to get the Stanky Creek book together. Some of you may remember that I’m adding new material to the book that you won’t get anywhere else. That’s got me a little nervous. I’m laying out the pages and leaving spaces for cartoons featuring more readers. When the layouts are done, I’ll have to ask again who I left out, or mis-drew, or didn’t get into their proper games for the Stanky Creek Fest (Yes, CrazyAl, I remember you’re in the Pogo Stick competition.)
Yikes. I’m way behind.
Okay, so I’ve got, like, five cartoons written and laid out in pencil. The pace is a little wonky, and that’s gonna take some thinking.
But, see, there’s an old Cartoonist buddy of mine back in town signing his new book and all. He signed my copy a couple of days ago, but he’s got a thing at the local bookstore I like to support, so… Well, long story short, I used up my editing and inking and coloring time on a visit to a bookstore. But I think I’ll have it worked out later today, so until I get the new cartoon finished here’s a photo of Mike Ramirez and li’l Clementine. It’s all his fault.
Also, don’t have the chili at my favorite bookstore. Woofsh. Yow. Vegetarian. Tasted fine, but, y’know… Lots of beans. Yeek.
There was originally a line in this cartoon about trying to hurry and get through the safety talk because time was precious and if things went on and on, and people kept interjecting, then they’d never actually get to the point where people got to play… But it went on and on, and if I’d followed it through, we’d have never gotten to the cartoon bit. Of course, most of you would have ‘gotten’ that, even if it was a bit abstruse or oblique or whatever the hell the word I’m thinking of might be.
