Bicycle lanes. Do they double well as unicycle lanes and skateboard lanes? Well, around here, they CAN, but sadly, it really depends more on the jackass quotients of bicyclers and car drivers.
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As you may suspect, it takes minimal effort to type up these micro-blog bits.
On the other hand, I was really engrossed in a ‘Sawbones’ podcast while coloring and prepping the cartoon tonight, and was pretty hesitant to hit ‘pause’ in order to think up something to write here.
And so, I now offer up an endorsement of the ‘Sawbones’ podcast. It’s pretty good.
Okay, so if you saw this cartoon in, say, Swedish… and you don’t speak Swedish, what would you think it’d be about?
Squint until you can’t read it, only see the pictures. Or walk way back from the computer ’til the words are too small to read.
I like these kinds of cartoons. The action is mildly entertaining, and yet has nothing particular to do with what’s being said.
It’s like a flashback to the Skippy cartoons of the 1930s when Skippy and his li’l pal would be flying down the hill on their cobbled together wagon and you knew there was a crash coming but that’s not what Skippy was talking about. Those were great, weren’t they?
Sewer Gas. You know, and I know, that it has no color.
But we all know. It’s green.
Okay, I’m in Charlotte now. (At least, I will am supposed to have been already in Charlotte by now, which is then while I’m typing this) And my laptop is dead meat (before I went, you see, and I’m not replacing it yet) so updates might not come exactly on time. But there will be photos, I think. I always say that, and I always intend to post more of them than I do, but I’ll see what my phone can accomplish. Wish me luck.
Okay, I wasn’t going to do this one. Mostly because I’ve done something similar before, and it’s more of a place-keeper than it is funny… but on the other hand, a couple of you asked for the dreams, and I’m a cartoonist. I need to cut loose and draw and color outside the lines now and again. Here’s some dreams, then.
Love means never having to say, “Make up your own mind.”
Remember your first extreme sport? Jumping into what seemed to be huuuuuge piles of leaves in the yard? The kid who did the backflips usually won, til your parents spotted it and said it was too dangerous to keep fooling around like that. Today, there’s probably some company making pads and headgear for jumping into leaf piles.
