Here’s poor Tom again- Carlo put the guy through his paces, to be sure- a different look and situation every day…
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I used to belong to the Bluff City Canoe Club. Nice people. I was more of a kayaker, though, so I went off with kayakers. While I was a member, though, I did some cartoons for their newsletter. This is pretty standard when you’re a cartoonist. You join a group, you put your time and attention into the group, and eventually you use your one skill to add something to the group. And to show them that you’re NOT just a poor paddler, but a fine, fine cartoonist. Anyhow, here’s a twofer today! The first cartoon was a random, “Here, you can use this in the newsletter if you want. I’m thinking of drawing up a bunch of these and sending them to outdoors magazines.” The second was a sort of ‘Odd Couple with Boats’ theme that came up. I don’t know if there were ever any more than three or four of them drawn up.
I loved painting that mural on the wall at the bike shop. I got to sit up there and listen to some Ca-Raaaazy stuff.
Little late posting today. Grownup stuff interfered. Click on Vote Hubris and StumbleUpon to the right hand over there anyhow, willya? Just for me? Thanks. You guys are my favorites.
There’s a park here in town that I like. It has some nice trails- a couple of nice dirt trails for bikes and horses, a BMX track, and even a long paved trail for kids bikes, skateboards, joggers, walkers… you get the idea. There are lakes and meadows, playgrounds and parking lots. Even a disc golf course. It’s very fine, and we’re very lucky to have it. During the last economic boom, one of the major ‘development’ players tried to get the local government to hand the north edge of the park over to him for development, and that was horrifying. But worse is the fact that a lot of moneyed people live to the East of the park, while most of their jobs are on the West of the park. That leads to a lot of high-powered commuters pissed off because they’re trying to get to their jobs and the park is in the damned way. There are always plans to carve up the park (which runs on both sides of the main road thereabouts) to make commutes easier. The defeat of those plans will, of course, go on until the park is ruined- all it takes is one big setback and the park will begin it’s slide into oblivion. The fight to save the park sometimes includes editorial cartoons like the one below, which I did for a group working to save the park.
One wonders why folks that work downtown wouldn’t want to live a little closer to it, but that’s a whole ‘nother can o’ worms.
Tried this story out at a campfire… twice. It worked once. You try. Let me know how it goes.
Say, you know the shortest scary story in the world, right? “The last man in the world sat in a room. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.”
I love that one. And if you tell it to kids around a campfire, and they’re not sufficiently creeped out, you can tell them that it was a woman that knocked. The little ones are then totally grossed out.
Here’s another ‘Big World’ cartoon I did. I have no particular reason for pulling two space-themed Big World cartoons so far. I thought most of them were more down-to-earth. Anyhow, I think it’s funny. Hope you do, too. Scroll back in ‘Other Cartoons’ if you’d like to see the earlier ‘Big World’.
For anyone who thinks this is far-fetched- I have been to a kayak surfing spot on a river where paddlers are accustomed to call the nearest pizza parlor for delivery. The pizza guy actually drives out into the woods and to the river, then stands there on the bank above the kayakers calling out the name on the order. I figure he can always sell the pizza even if the guy who placed the order doesn’t get his butt up there for his pizza.
Too lazy to make s’mores? Too worried about being in the woods on a campout with sticky fingers and smellin’ like bear bait? They make s’mores and package them. Civilized, and your pants legs don’t wind up with marshmallow smeared all over them where you tried to clean it off your hands.
Or maybe you know a big guy like Lowell whose glucose levels have dropped out…
