Finally got back to the job today! Here’s your cartoon.
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2374 comics.
Yeah, I’m exhausted, and I didn’t plan ahead well enough that you get a cartoon today.
Here’s what you DO get-
• Larry, Moe, and Curly tryin’ to put up the NCS banner. (Dave Blazek, Rick Stromoski, and Tom Stiglich, unless I’m really bad at remembering the backs of heads.)
• My wife, Me, and a very famous cartoonist that you should recognize by now.
• Some toys that I managed to cadge for a buddy of mine who collects the livin’ heck out of Batman stuff.
• Mark Parisi, who was in da house, and won his Division award!
• Me and Dave Reddick, whom I respect muchly, and you can tell I’m telling the camera to respect him, too.
• Arnie Roth and some guy who wishes he were Arnie Roth. If you don’t know, look him up. AWESOME.
• Tom, Ray, and Ellen. Stiglich, Alma, and Lustig- if you need the details. I count myself lucky to get to hang out in children’s hospitals and yankee cities with these wonderful people.
You’d probably like to know why there’s no new Hubris cartoon today.
It’s because I’m in Philly and drawing for families at the library in conjunction with the National Cartoonists Society.
Any of you cartoonists who wanna join the NCS, you gotta email me about that.
Here’s me being all goofy ’cause I was nominated for a Division Award.
And here’s what happens when you interrupt Sergio Aragones’ breakfast for an autograph. He gives you an autograph.
Everyone cross your fingers for me.
I know I haven’t been updating Patreon enough(and a couple of you guys are waiting on your patron packs) so it’s rude to ask for lucky mojo from you, too…
But the fact is that I’m anxiously awaiting Saturday night to discover if I’ve won a coveted Silver Reuben in the newspaper illustration division. (It’s coveted by me. I assume others -such as the other two nominees- covet it also)
So, any wicked dance at a crossroads or breath upon a lucky paw of an unlucky rabbit that you’re willing to expend… I’d appreciate it.
I like drawing woods. I’ve said that before, haven’t I?
Not that I want to draw them and color them over and over again, like four times or anything… but now and again is fine. Yay for computers on evenings when you’re exhausted.
I have a brother-in-law who’s a pilot. He says that American lady who just married the British guy didn’t go after him ’cause he’s famous and noble and all, but because he is a pilot.
I believe that some distinction was made over what kind of pilot he is, too.
Airplane pilots don’t necessarily class themselves with helicopter pilots. It’s plain bigotry, I suppose. I mean, can’t we all just fly along? Airplane pilots, helicopter pilots, hot air balloonists. We’re all just the same inside.
Except Gingers. Now, that’s just icky.
When I’m writing this stuff, everyone’s voice and action has to ‘ring true’ to my ear and my brain.
This one rings really well to me. Depending on your idea of who Kelly, Nikki, and Hubris are, it oughtta sound right.
There ya go. A little behind-the-scenes writing observation for ya.
If there was a fourth guy, he was going to be saying, “And with my fine singin’ voice, I reckon I’ll do th’ National Anthem!”
Because as we all know, we sing so darn GOOD after a couple of alcoholic beverages.
Every time lately that I hear “fire”, I think of the scene in the Thor:Ragnarok movie. The Hulk was a very entertaining conversationalist.
Mascots. I’ve known a few of those.
Generally, they’re really good people who stink up the insides of big fluffy costumes for our enjoyment.
And they probably know how to enjoy a good, deep, cool, unencumbered breath of air.
