This is how Green Arrow’s powers ought to work in the comic book. He shouldn’t be shooting arrows- he’s a superhero! He should BE the arrow! Bad guys robbing banks? No problem, here comes Green Arrow in his pointy hat, shooting in through the bank vault door and imbedding himself into the head bad guy, KA-CHUNK!
Mascot costumes limit your senses.
The very few times I’ve worn such things (I’ve only ever built one costume) I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t use my hands to do much more than wave or make rude gestures… much less take the mask off myself. A nice periscope system in there would have been a nice thing. And a fan.
I’ve known two professional mascots and a few amateurs who’re good at it. They don’t seem to have many problems with the costumes… firing T-Shirt cannons and jumping off mini-trampolines to do backflips while slam-dunking basketballs…
… come to think of it like that, it was probably just me and my lousy costume design that caused the issues I’m making fun of in today’s cartoon.
And it’s the Return Of Scoffy!
He scoffs at your opinion that he would not return.
I built a costume once. I may have mentioned it before. I have two friends that do amazing costume stuff, like for comic conventions and zombie walks and stuff. I was tired of being done up like Freddy Krueger, so I did my very best on one single, no-holds-barred costume.
And, as with a first attempt on anything, it had it’s drawbacks.
Primary among the drawbacks was the fact that little or no body heat could escape that suit. It was a hotbox. Once, I lost four pounds of ‘water weight’ while wearing it.
All this to say: What do you suppose the inside of Bud’s costume smells like now?
The mascot smackdown is hotting up with some wild Mascot-On-Drunk-Mascot action!
So- if you went to a boxing match, and the bell rings on the first round, and there’s some kind of heavier-than-air gas that’s been released into the room, which only the boxers are standing tall enough on the ring to breathe, and they both succumb to it and pass out as they move toward one another the first time, thereby both achieving ten counts simultaneously… the scoring is going to be difficult. As absurd as all that would be, the scoring on slackline kickboxing would, I believe, be just as difficult.
Also, it’s my brother’s birthday! Happy Birthday! Didn’t you used to be younger than me?
Have you seen the videos of people slack-lining tandem? It’s nuts. Either they have to be in a sort of lockstep that causes no wave action in the strap, or they bounce around like… well, like a cartoon.
Or like me when I was fifteen and broke my ankle while on a trampoline with a kid that outweighed me. That slingshot action is tough, man. Very tough.
So! Troy was at the inaugural NCSFest in California a couple of weeks ago. He and I hung around with more cartoonists than you’d be wise to shake a stick at. I wish all you guys could have been there. But until next year’s NCSFest, you’ll just have to dream of being immersed in so much cartoony goodness.
‘Mean Green Caffeine’ is actually my pet name for the soda I’m addicted to.
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