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Had a caricature gig at St. Jude Children’s Hospital, and I wasn’t able to do the Hubris cartoon for today.
But you get a caricature of Hubris, just like the folks at St. Jude got of themselves.
Don’t you love those times when you’re asked to do a favor… and it’s exactly what you’d want to do anyhow?
I’m trying to think of a good example.
I’m sure there is one…
Well, maybe YOU can think of one.
Not enough mountains around here, that’s what’s keeping me back! You don’t wanna go riding off into the mud flats of the river delta, nosirree… that’s a lotta miles with people standing around watching you and saying, “Daggone, man, he must be, what, four or five miles down the road. Oh, look, he stopped to catch his breath again. Well, gettin’ dark, best we go home. He’ll be out of sight by morning, I reckon.”
I’ve thought about making rubber stamps to take to the comics conventions- for a buck, you could get a quick rubber-stamp tattoo of whatever I had a stamp made for. Like, in this case, a bicycle. Maybe a lightning bolt. Pinup girl, ‘skateboarding is not a crime’ logo, Hufflepuff House icon, the usual.
Of course, when I was thinking of the idea, I was just thinking of stamping people’s biceps or the backs of their hands… maybe a forehead now and again. I think genitalia would cost a LOT extra, plus there’s the cleanup costs… soap, water, bleach, anti-bacterial goop, autoclave double-boiling… I dunno. Maybe just toss the stamps after.
I dislike being turned away from a public park for private reasons, but it happens. I live in a city with a lot of people. I get it.
Showed up at Stanky Creek one morning to ride my bike only to discover that a race was about to happen. “Oh, foo. Now I gotta drive to my second choice” I thought, when a guy ran up to see if I was there for the race.
No, I told him, I was there for my usual ride. I didn’t know anything about any race.
He looked kinda guilty and started to gabble some crap about “Putting the race on ALL the websites.”
That’s a lot of websites, ain’t it? And apparently, I don’t look at ANY.
I rode in a couple of other parks that day. It’s cool. Races need to happen. But if you’re in charge of a race, just apologize to those who are inconvenienced by them. Don’t try to tell us that we’re not doing our jobs by looking at your website. I don’t know what website you’ve got. It’s better if I go off to my Plan B without some gabble in my ears.
Yeah, it’s easy to say “Wow, Lowell is a crappy neighbor.” But when you’re of a clearer mind, it’s ALSO easy to say, “Wow, Paste is a really, really crappy neighbor.”
Just for the record. I have nothing against kids. Or having kids.
But, they ARE kids y’know. Sometimes they are difficult to be in the room with.
I still remember there was an old episode of WKRP in Cincinnati, where the weird guy is being interviewed on the radio- he says that when you give a kid an IQ test for an adult, they score ‘Crazy’. (I’m paraphrasing.) What a great observation.