Clem Twang can tell you- poetry and the great outdoors don’t always jibe. The outdoors is sloppy and dirty and slightly prickly and can change at the speed of, well, lightning, for that matter. Poetry, on the other hand, is lyrical and specific and edited and focused. And it rarely gives you a rash, or a bite on the ankle.
Clem knows the use of some good adjectives. It takes some doing. You can’t just throw “awesome” or “spooky” in there, and try to do the job. You gotta go all Lovecraftian on folks and let the words ooze into everyone’s ears…
and send them to their tents, wishing there were doors… and furniture to pile against those doors… and electricity for some nice light fixtures to turn on and drive back the night. But, y’know… TENTS. Oh, well.
Clem’s back again!
Normally, over at the Patreon page, I talk about the behind-the-scenes stuff about coloring and schedule and tool quirks or whatever, and the commentary I put in here is usually from ‘inside’ the cartoon.
But not today. Today, I thought I’d mention that I went looking for the last Sue P. cartoon, so I could cadge all the colors off it. That’s what I usually do- open an older cartoon and copy the colors from it so that things stay at least a LITTLE consistent from one appearance of a character to the next.
Today I grabbed one from a couple of weeks ago or so for Durnell, Mark Troll (feel free to ‘out’ my appropriation of Mark Trail if any of you guys go over there to read that strip. The commenters there are an angry bunch and they’d probably like the opportunity to see Mark done bad over here.) and Clem Twang (and their judges booth, which I drew from memory and made a mistake on, dang it. When I finally do the ‘Complete Hubris’ book, I’m gonna have weeks of tweaks to make) And then I scrolled back through my files to find Sue P. Turns out, last time she rode through was nearly a year ago. Eleven months or so? Except in Cartoon Time. Then it was, like twenty minutes or less.
Personality comes into judging, doesn’t it? I mean, if we all saw things the same way and felt the same way about what we saw, there’d hardly be a reason for judges.
But if we feel our judgements aren’t being respected, well, we feel WE aren’t being respected. And, as we all know that if everyone just felt and behaved the we ourselves behaved, there would be no war and no poverty- if we ourselves aren’t being respected, those who don’t respect us are enemies of peace and plenty. Anarchists and Huns, obviously.
There’s no actual reason that the judges for an event have to like one another, is there? No, so long as they’re impartial. That’s the important thing. They can’t have anything for or against the competitors.
Even if they’re kicking the other judges shins under the table.
Sorry. Couldn’t stand it. Had to get One… More… Gag out of it.
I’ve got a spooky story to tell you. I like it, and I hope you do, too.
•also, apologies for this going up late again. I don’t know what the server’s problem is, but the alerts keep popping up that I can’t finish uploading these cartoons. Then I go to bed cranky.•
Sorry I was late uploading this today.
And no, it’s not misspelled. ‘Souces’. Old-fashioned use.
I like to read (or hear) David Sedaris books.
He pointed out some time back that his family quit (or tried to) telling stories in front of him, even when he swore he wouldn’t run off with them and put them in one of his books. Because he always ran off with them and put them in one of his books. Stories fly around all the time… sometimes, they need catching and spiffing up, right?
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