Sue P. is not the only one who sent in her application along with notations about horsies.
She may have been the only one to mention Tai Chi.
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You know when someone is playing up how hard they had it, they’re not really complaining.
They’re waiting for you to tell them what a stone cold trooper they are.
And if you TELL them what a stone cold trooper they are and they want more, well… what does THAT tell ya?
Normally, over at the Patreon page, I talk about the behind-the-scenes stuff about coloring and schedule and tool quirks or whatever, and the commentary I put in here is usually from ‘inside’ the cartoon.
But not today. Today, I thought I’d mention that I went looking for the last Sue P. cartoon, so I could cadge all the colors off it. That’s what I usually do- open an older cartoon and copy the colors from it so that things stay at least a LITTLE consistent from one appearance of a character to the next.
Today I grabbed one from a couple of weeks ago or so for Durnell, Mark Troll (feel free to ‘out’ my appropriation of Mark Trail if any of you guys go over there to read that strip. The commenters there are an angry bunch and they’d probably like the opportunity to see Mark done bad over here.) and Clem Twang (and their judges booth, which I drew from memory and made a mistake on, dang it. When I finally do the ‘Complete Hubris’ book, I’m gonna have weeks of tweaks to make) And then I scrolled back through my files to find Sue P. Turns out, last time she rode through was nearly a year ago. Eleven months or so? Except in Cartoon Time. Then it was, like twenty minutes or less.
One of my favorite old comic strips was Dennis The Menace.
I remember one gag where Dennis and Joey are looking over a disemboweled machine and Dennis tells Joey (who’s holding out a hammer) “You can’t fix no alarm clock with a big ol’ hammer! Bring me a little hammer.”
I don’t really have a point to make about that except Hank Ketcham was funny, and it’s gonna take a big hammer to get Lowell’s wagon rolling again.
What is it about wagon rides? Yes, I know what you’re all thinking- about that famous old comic strip that was the hit of the funny pages all those years ago. The protagonist of the comic strip, perched with his goofy buddy on top of a rattling wagon plowing downhill, all the while discussing some counterpoint- something totally unrelated with the reckless wagon ride that inevitably ended in a crash in the last panel. Oh, I know we all miss those old comic strips. ‘Skippy’ was QUITE the feature, what with the record sales of sheet music and the movie version of the comic strip, and all the paper dolls and toys and endorsed products. I know I still insist on ‘Skippy’ peanut butter, even if the manufacturers are in dispute over the licensing contract with the owners of the old ‘Skippy’ comic strip name they purchased back in the depression. If I were around back then, I know I would have wanted to take one of Skippy’s mad downhill rides to ruin. Just like Hubris does nowadays.
Gosh, I bet other cartoonists have done wagon rides with their characters, too.
Folks be loving the wagons.
And what’s not to love? The dirt, the dust, the non-intuitive steering device… lovely.
You remember the last time The Bugaloos were in the strip, right?
You remember when The Bugaloos were on TV, don’t you?
It’s entirely possible that both things were somehow a kind of fever dream of mine. The whole concept smacks of unreality.
What’s the phrase? “Too many cooks spoil the pot?” or is it “broth”? I dunno. This crowd looks like they’ll do fine, though.
They’ve just got to all start having the same conversation.
Nah, not really.
Don’t you hate that- when you get clumped together with someone else. I mean, I do. I always get mistaken for that famous actor, whatshisface. The old guy. Dead, possibly. You know who I mean. Anyhow, I sign his name on autographs. Serves him right for jacking my style.
Anyhow, as you can tell- these guys really, really don’t look alike. Really.
And so we see the dispensation of the wagons. Sometimes, all ya gotta do is have the intention of asking, and ya get what you came for.
That’s Hubris for ya.
