Did this for the local tabloid free-press paper. The article it goes to asks several writers to say what they’d do if it were their last day in town.
So. What would YOU do with your last day in town before you moved on?
Did this for the local tabloid free-press paper. The article it goes to asks several writers to say what they’d do if it were their last day in town.
So. What would YOU do with your last day in town before you moved on?
Okay, who here reads Bearmageddon? I do. And Ethan Nicolle is taking a short hiatus to do some catch-up. So what do I do? I love me some guest comics, so here’s my Bearmageddon guest work.
So, you’re in the least spectacular part of what is otherwise a very cool hike. You need to take some more photos because, let’s face it, photos are nice to have later- no matter how irritating it is to 1) have to drag a damned camera around with you and dig it out when you need it and 2) have to strike a pose or back up and do something again so that someone else can get a photo or 3) have to stand around while the photographer spends who-knows-how-long trying to get some clever or well-lit or spontaneous looking shot.
That being said- here’s one of those shots where I got tossed the camera, got a wry grin and my brother did a neat thing that turned into a good photo. This photo WAS taken in a slot canyon. It was just taken farther and lower down than it seems at first glance. The floor of the canyon here was filled in with gravel. My brother is doing a sort of one-handed pushup, with his feet wedged at the base the rock wall on his right. The ‘left wall’ isn’t. It’s the gravelly ground. I just turned the camera 60-odd degrees counter-clockwise.
I guess if I really wanted to trick anyone, I’d have photoshopped out the grass growing at silly angles. As it is, this is the shot as it loaded straight from the li’l camera. FUN! Go try something similar. Share it with us here, willya?
This one came about after I went to the local outdoor place to finally get another good pair of hikers. I asked the guy what was the strangest thing that’d happened while he was working. I’ll have to remember to go in there every time I need another gag.
Remember me posting the picture of Jimmy Johnson and other cartoonists? (including ME! Woohoo! Look at me flap my ego, y’all!)
Well, here’s another one. It’s Sergio Aragonés! Yow! He’s so cool. No kidding. Meeting him is like the ultimate fan-friendly thing. The guy has never lost his wonder at the world of cartooning. He’s humble, and interested, polite, knowledgeable, approachable- all the terms that people use when describing the best of the best of well-known professionals.
And I’m in the picture too. You know me, I’m loud and ego-driven. That’s why it’s so important for me to have these photos.
So, if you download this photo for your own use, best crop me out or photoshop your head in where mine is.
Whether you’re a mountain biker or a road biker, you may come and be welcome in the House of Hubris. Unicyclers, BMXers, Cruisers, Commuters… maybe not those recumbent things… Well, okay, them too. Yes, The Outdoor Galore Store is like some kind of Unitarian Bicycle Temple or something.
So there’s this thing I do for a local paper. It’s cartoon illustration, but it’s not what people expect out of me after seeing my comic strips, I guess.
Anyway, what the paper does, you see, is to put their print articles online, then allow comment sections beneath them, then they take comments that people make to their online version, and use those comments to make up a neat little sidebar in the print version every week. It’s what one calls ‘a vicious circle’.
As you might expect, the comments are often sarcastic, inflammatory, absurd, overwrought, and (I suspect) are often written in the wee hours by people who enjoy getting up a good rage listening to overnight call-in radio.
The difficulty (for me) is trying to tell people who don’t already read it about this particular feature. I mean, I’ve been doing it for years, but I’ve never worked out exactly how to show it off. You see the problem- literally. Without the absurd, self-satistfied, lunatic comment to go along with my nicely editorialized illustration, the reader is left scratching his head and wondering if I myself haven’t been up late under less-than-ideal conditions, and doing stuff in photoshop that might better be left to a more sober mind.
Some weeks, the editor contacts me and says curt and frankly actionable things about the commenters of the week, and has a lower opinion of their comments than he has of the commenters. The commenters, for their part, mostly have jolly pirate nicknames. Putting your real name on your own opinions these days is a no-no. We live in an age where spouting your own opinion can get you fired, especially if you’re a politician. If you’re a politician spouting your own opinion, they call it “going off-script.”
The commenters on the Memphis Flyer don’t have scripts. They have conviction, though (possibly multiple convictions) and they’re not afraid to call names, put people in their places and offer up the sort of quick fixes for What’s Wrong With the World that are usually only heard around campfires after the campers have had enough beer for rational World Saving and can’t, for whatever reason, get themselves onto Overnight Call-In Radio.
To step back and be fair to the commenters, the Flyer is just asking for it. I mean, there’s the comment section right there asking for comments after all, and the paper is getting all this valuable free content out of the deal. Right? Some of these commenters, at least the couple of them that I’ve personally met, are thoughtful and concerned about their community. On the other hand, as with any collection of humans upon the Earth, a pecking order and a little bureaucracy evolves over time. It had become more difficult for New Voices to involve themselves. Partly because the Old Voices have given up discussing articles in favor of shouting down other commenters who aren’t observing the pecking order and acknowledging the obviously superior blather of the Alpha loonies.
So the editor’s weekly emails to me have become slightly more glum, miffed and baffled as the years have rolled by. He’s forced to discuss commenters by name (jolly pirate nickname) and say that we’re doing something by that really arrogant guy again as it’s the least meaningless thing in an outrageous din of name-calling and back-biting. Some of the latest comments I’ve illustrated have been entertaining, but not exactly related to the article. At all. Doesn’t matter. The visuals are crazy, man. Crazy.
This one goes out to the guy in front of me in the grocery line the other day. Nice jacket. You know who you are.
Poor Lowell. It’s hard to be proud of your accomplishments before you make them.
Here’s a nice video of the sort of thing that Hubris is fooling around with.
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