Looooong weekend.
No message today.
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I contend that the stories here occur in the U.S., where we really don’t line up well.
One of my favorite lines (pun intended) from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy movie is, “Move aside. I’m British. I know how to queue.” Or something like that.
If these cartoons were set in the U.K., the robber wouldn’t be so bad at snapping up his place in line.
Honestly? Drawing and re-drawing that goofy green table and chairs is not my favorite thing in the world, but y’know… It makes for a jolly looking cartoon.
Let’s say “thanks” to all the worriers of the world. They’re the reason we have helmets, inspections, accountants, public address systems, insurance, and people minding the store. And ulcers. They also gave us all ulcers. They had them first, of course, and wanted to make sure the rest of us had them, too.
Also, Thanks to you guys for the birthday wishes, and thanks, Bic, for resubmitting your application!
Comeuppance. I should look that word up. I bet it’s origin is fascinating.
Bicycle lanes. Do they double well as unicycle lanes and skateboard lanes? Well, around here, they CAN, but sadly, it really depends more on the jackass quotients of bicyclers and car drivers.
You have to assume that these little competitions never really come out in Hubris’ favor.
One wonders what he’s up to.
If you grew up reading MAD magazine, you have a sense of Nick Meglin, who edited MAD for a long time.
He died a couple of days ago, a week after I saw him last. He wasn’t the kind of guy who would graciously accept glowing words of praise. He was clever and sarcastic and sharp, and I’m dearly, deeply, genuinely grateful to have known him for the last twelve or so years, though I can’t imagine saying that to his face or what his hilarious, dismissive reply would have been.
The best way I’ve thought to express it is that, in the moments when we had his attention, he made us each feel we were kings, that we had such a fine court jester to mock us so perfectly.
And the world is diminished without him.
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.
