Bam. It’s like in those movies where you think the movie’s ended, and then the real ending comes. Bam.
And so, contrary as they are, Cthula and her boy Dub ride off into the …sunrise.
Now what?
Tune in tomorrow for the next Extra cartoon.
Bam. It’s like in those movies where you think the movie’s ended, and then the real ending comes. Bam.
And so, contrary as they are, Cthula and her boy Dub ride off into the …sunrise.
Now what?
Tune in tomorrow for the next Extra cartoon.
If you think you might have missed a comic- you might be right. And even if you don’t think you missed a comic, you might have. I posted two yesterday. I’m trying to catch up on my Extra strips that I owe you nice folks for donating at the Tip Jar.
As always, it’s much appreciated, and, as always, I wish I could knock these things out faster so that you could have them, and there’d still be time for my usual day job and sleep and raising my kids and all that guff.
So… still got another one pencilled and ready to ink. Gonna get up early tomorrow, but there’s no guarantees it’ll be up early. But maybe you get one on Thursday this week. Y’know, ’cause you’re special. And generous.
Here’s one of your extra comics! Sorry it took so long. I’ve got a couple more written and penciled, and I’ll get to them as quickly as I can.
Of course, if you’re surprised by this message, you might want to hit the ‘back’ button and make sure you haven’t missed one.
I turned down the job of Cubmaster when my oldest kid was in his second or third year of scouts. So did a guy named Scott. So the outgoing Cubmaster announced that Scott and I would be Co-Cubmasters together. And we were. I think I stayed Scoutmaster for, like seven years, covering ground for my two sons. I was never good at it, but I think the kids enjoyed their time and most of them went on to be Boy Scouts after being Cubs.
And, of course, when it was WAY past time for me to step down as Cubmaster, I had to strong-arm the situation to get someone else to take over. A couple of folks stepped in and took up the reins at the last minute. I think they probably did a better job than I did. But I bet their cub scouts never got to make a big ol’ indian drum with real rawhide drumhead that was big enough for four or five scouts to play at once, like my scouts did.
Yow.
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