Y’ever see that video of the guy that built elaborate glitter-and-stink bombs just to cause trouble for Porch Pirates?
He’s my hero.
Y’ever see that video of the guy that built elaborate glitter-and-stink bombs just to cause trouble for Porch Pirates?
He’s my hero.
Buying candy for the holidays is a strategic hot mess.
For instance, I used to do as John here does. I’d buy what I liked and gave out as few as I felt I could give, short of making myself feel miserly.
-Meaning if you were over sixteen and you didn’t have a costume and you came along at the end of the evening when the happy families were home already- your chances were pretty dang slim that you’d get one of my ‘100 Grand’ bars.
Nowadays, I’ve had disappointing talks with doctors and with other people my age and I buy candy that I couldn’t care less about and don’t enjoy. Or, so far this year, I let my wife purchase the candy because she always gives me dirty looks as though she knows what that bag weighs and will cave in my skull if she detects an ounce of candy has been taken from the bag and added to my gut.
This needs to be a comic strip. A business strip, like Dilbert, but with a SoulSucker running around. He could be named “Suckbert” and he eats any lasagna that people leave in the break room fridge. The cubicle dwellers would be parodies of famous celebrities and other comic strip characters. It’s probably brilliant, but I can’t tell. I’m horrible at predicting that kinda thing.
Us guys with little protection on the roof gotta learn that not every hat can serve to keep off the sunburn. Ask the poor dude who shaves his head for the first time, dons a trucker’s cap, and goes to the ballgame that afternoon.
Ouch.
Nice work with the color, don’t you think? Troy always uses simple isolated color, and this time, the neons of the road crew guy stands out nice and clean. Very effective.
So far, we’ve been lucky here. We have, as I think I’ve said before, a Roomba. It’s programmed to do it’s thing at 2 a.m. Thus far, it has not come across any dog or cat excrescence or regurgitas. I am very grateful.
I will not pretend not to have noticed the back and forth comments after last Thursday’s cartoon. I have stayed out of it because it seemed fairly pointless.
This week I propose a little something. Do you have any constructive criticism for Troy? Advice? Actual review of his work? That could be pretty interesting, entertaining, and useful- if done right.
I think about cartooning a lot. I have more opinions than are useful, really. So I won’t start things off myself. Let’s see what you guys come up with first.
Coloring crowd scenes. Man, sleep would be easier to get to if I weren’t up coloring crowd scenes.
You wait. When the Stanky Creek Festivities fire up, you’re gonna see some weird colored crowds.
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?
I dislike being turned away from a public park for private reasons, but it happens. I live in a city with a lot of people. I get it.
But…
Showed up at Stanky Creek one morning to ride my bike only to discover that a race was about to happen. “Oh, foo. Now I gotta drive to my second choice” I thought, when a guy ran up to see if I was there for the race.
No, I told him, I was there for my usual ride. I didn’t know anything about any race.
He looked kinda guilty and started to gabble some crap about “Putting the race on ALL the websites.”
That’s a lot of websites, ain’t it? And apparently, I don’t look at ANY.
I rode in a couple of other parks that day. It’s cool. Races need to happen. But if you’re in charge of a race, just apologize to those who are inconvenienced by them. Don’t try to tell us that we’re not doing our jobs by looking at your website. I don’t know what website you’ve got. It’s better if I go off to my Plan B without some gabble in my ears.
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