Posts Tagged Clem Twang
If there’s a guy with a camera, he’s not gonna want to aim it at somebody handing him the truth, he’s gonna want to point it at someone who’s gonna SAY some stuff!
Contrast. That’s what this strip needs every week or two. A little contrast in storytelling style. Right?
When I went through last year’s cartoons to pick out twelve to put in for consideration in the National Cartoonist Society’s Reuben Awards Division, I realized that Hubris is more Long-Form than it used to be. I entered us in the Short Form Online Cartoon Division, but it was hard to pull out twelve cartoons that stood alone as funny without needing another cartoon to complete the thought or gag. Now, I’ve noticed that I’ve used Clem’s voice to leave us at cliffhangers instead of punchlines, for instance.
Maybe next year, I’ll enter Hubris in the Long-Form comics division.
It’s not often that you have the opportunity to write a set of cartoons wherein you actually belittle your own accustomed writing style within the dialogue which is itself a parody of another writing style altogether… And if that’s NOT what I’m doing here, then it’s even less often than having the opportunity and taking advantage of it.
Having said that, I’d like to point out that Mark Twain is one of those people so widely quoted, that many things attributed to him were things he never said. One of my favorite “quotes” by Twain was this one:
“When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years.”
The giveaway is that this quote first saw print five years after Twain died. And that Twain’s father himself was well dead years before Twain turned fourteen.
Here’s the quote I want attributed to me- “It’s the assumptions you don’t know you’re making that do you the most harm.”
I totally cadged that off of Douglas Adams, by distilling an entire paragraph of his from the book “Last Chance to See.” There’s got to be a way that we can posthumously fight over who said what.
When I was a kid, comic strips (and probably other forms of media) that had too many written words didn’t suit me. It wasn’t until one summer when, trapped at my father’s musical instrument shop all day, there was a treasury-sized edition of Doonesbury cartoons. I had seen it before and was daunted. It was daunting, but it was the only cartoon stuff available that day, everything else with cartoon drawings, including some Ernie Ball sales material, had been studied to death. I dived into the book, and came away with a new appreciation for verbose cartoons.
And I hope you guys have the same appreciation, because I’m starting to see that the storytelling technique I’m trying to use is going to spin out some sizable word balloons.
Also, My grandmother passed away, so the uploading of cartoons might get wonky this week. Sorry ’bout that.
How long has it been since I dropped a talkative new character into the strip?
I hope it’s been long enough. We needed a storyteller.
Aaaand for anyone who became an official Patron of Hubris (you become one by clicking the gray and orange ‘Team Hubris’ button to the left over there, and doing patron-y things) during the month of January, the physical rewards have all been mailed. To the one Patron in France- it might take a bit for it to arrive. For the two Patrons who get screen savers- if you’d like to email me and let me know if you need it for phone or desktop or iPad or whatever, (or even if you don’t) I will send those out this weekend. For those newer Patrons who signed up in February- your goodies will go out in March after Patreon sends me your info.
Thanks, folks!!
Greg