Posts Tagged Caddy
Some of those Disc Golf hotshots come with twenty, thirty, even fifty discs. They’re racked in a sort of a golf wheelie, or in kinda travel luggage. There are probably names for them, but I don’t know them. I own a bunch of discs myself, but it’s because of long, slow acquisition, and not because I’m a discerning player. No, I have a set of three I tend to carry and play with, and I’ve got a bunch of extra discs that have been gifts, and found in the woods, and bought on whims… which means if you’re ever in the area of Memphis, you don’t have to bring your own discs. I’ll loan you a handful.
But I’ve only got three putters, so if we’re playing more than three of us, somebody’s gonna be putting with a mid-range.
I like the linework in this comic.
There are a lot of ways the lines come out, depending on a lot of stuff.
When the characters are the ones we see all the time, and the action is close up, and there’s no reason to noodle around, the linework is fat and clean.
When I have more random characters, doing something that doesn’t come up much… I can’t help but noodle around. The linework is choppier, more random… but somehow more expressive.
I like that.