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I think this cartoon sprang from working the booth at the Con. It was very tempting to trade caricatures for lunch- eliminating the middleman.
That doesn’t work with trips to the bathroom, by the way. There are just some things that others can’t do for you.
Here’s another Funny for ya. Closing in on deadlines. Nearly done with the giant job!
Hold on!
So- I worked another Convention this weekend. And had a few other deadlines.
Instead of getting a simple li’l ol’ comic strip this morning… you get a PHOTO!
Firstly, you get to guess who it is I’ve caricatured, then you get to (without using any in’ernets) name where you’ve seen him.
Lastly, you get to guess why in heck his caricature says “Baba Yaga”.
So, gonna do a couple of talks at a convention this weekend. Draw a couple of caricatures. Talk nonsense to people who enjoy that kind of thing.
And, it’s at the Guesthouse at Graceland. You know. Elvis’ place.
I’ll tell him you says, “Hey.”
It’s not just the split-instant between the end of the movie and everyone reaching to text ‘Movie’s Over’ to whomever the hell they’re texting.
I’ve noticed they also text and tweet right up until the very second the previews start. I admit, everyone’s generally pretty good about shutting down during the previews, so I don’t have much to complain about… but where’s the fun if you can’t complain?
It’s amazing, the amount of light that spills out of a smartphone. And amazing how irritating it is when the house lights dim at the theatre. Who’d have thought a li’l thing like a phone could, from a row or two away, interfere heavily with MY DANGED ABILITY TO FOCUS ON A GIANT SCREEN THAT FILLS A LARGE WALL. But it does.
Crowd behavior. There’s probably a university degree you can get in that.
Exhausted disinterest. That’s what you get when you take a university degree in Crowd Behavior.
Well, We lost Stan Lee today. He was 95, and I’d had a conversation recently about whether anyone could expect him to live a lot longer or a little longer. Of course, variations on that conversation have happened for a decade now. It would have been really cool if he’d made it to 100, wouldn’t it?
He made a big, big figure in the world of comic books, that’s for sure. Even if we’d been lamenting his loss ten years ago, people would still be talking about what an amazing life he’d had. The fact that he added to his reputation and his place in the comics verse all the way up to his last days is astounding.
Salute!
There’s a line in one of those James Bond themes… “If you think you’ve won, you never saw me change the game that we’ve been playing”
Paste, though, isn’t playing logrolling, or even playing Outdoorfest.
You know what game he’s playing.
As I get older, I miss things, and I discover new things.
I can’t really say whether the things I miss or the things I discover have at all been good for me.
They do keep me amused, though, I’ll tell ya that.
I’ve reached the age when business associates often aren’t old enough to remember the great stuff I do. TV shows, Comic Books, Toys.
The new things I discover are the same crap you’ve overheard your elders speak about your whole life. Your body betrays you. Age isn’t a gradual process, but a series of abrupt horrors.
All that stuff, combined with being of an age to pay attention to the news and, like every generation before mine, decide that society has honestly gone into the toilet in my lifetime, leads me toward what should be depression.
Then I remember that I’m a cartoonist. And I draw a funny picture or two. Like today’s cartoon. Then I feel much, much better.
So I might as well share, right?
