I get tickled thinking about a bunch of keyed up adults, showing off their new toys on the drive and POW! After the first paintball goes off, and everyone’s had a nice laugh, and the adrenaline starts to sour in their bloodstreams… then the second shot, then the mayhem.
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It’s more the airsoft guys who wear full combat gear around here than it is the paintball people. I guess, technically, you could wear one of those inflatable sumo wrestler suits just as well. Well, YOU couldn’t probably. Nobody expects any better out of ME, though. I could probably get away with it.
I figure Durnell has to keep the hecklers at bay while he’s on stage, and probably knows a few good ways to out-talk folks. That was, at one point, going to be clarified in tomorrow’s strip, but I think it’ll be more effective to just tell you that tidbit here and go on with the story.
Oh, it’s good to be back. I’m a little sleep deprived, a little soft around the midsection, and a little jumpy, but the book got finished. There will no doubt be some changes made when the ad agency and the client look over things, but those are never the long, hard slog that the actual painting of the pages are. I have a giant list of things to get caught up on. But…I’m an extra week ahead on The Buckets suddenly. I have some invoices out that I will be very happy to have paid.
And I finally got to draw Paste in the Ghillie suit, which has been pencilled for a while, but of course I couldn’t get it done yet.
Now. Are you ready for some Paintbaaaaaaaalllll?
Okay, I wasn’t going to do this one. Mostly because I’ve done something similar before, and it’s more of a place-keeper than it is funny… but on the other hand, a couple of you asked for the dreams, and I’m a cartoonist. I need to cut loose and draw and color outside the lines now and again. Here’s some dreams, then.
Half a large pizza, two bottles of beer or hard cider, and a dish of ice cream, and I get dreams that’d make Hieronymus Bosch’s left eye do that twitchy thing. Also, impending caricature gigs. Those make it hard to sleep soundly. I’ve never had one go particularly badly, but I always get nervous dreams.
This is nonsense for most comics readers, but for any of you who look closely enough- The original Hubris art style was influenced by a particular pen I liked at the moment. That art style was modified a little when this site went into production and I decided to ink everything with my usual fancy brushes: Raphael and Winsor-Newton. But you know how us old guys are. I listen to the kiddies talk about their fancy inking preferences, and so I bought a nice Pentel brush pen for twenty bucks and a bunch of ink cartridges for it for another eleven dollars, and I’ve been using that lately. It’s convenient, I suppose, and it certainly is better than any other brush pen I’ve ever tried, but it’s just not a fantastic thing. So whether you can see it or not, today’s cartoon was inked with a real brush and real Higgins Black Magic ink again. The brushes are hard to get these days, due to some weird snafu about overseas shipping of hair from a weasel’s tail or some damn thing, or the work would be even better. My brushes, poor things, are old and nearly used to the point of being downgraded to emergency-only use. There you go- a look behind the ragged curtain.





















