A little exposition seemed to be in order today…
If only to disguise the punchline that was coming. I hope you didn’t see it coming.
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Gonna go draw at the children’s hospital again today. Pictionary. The hospital has a sort of in-house TV studio (much easier since the advent of digital cameras and iPads. It’s nuts. Anyhow, I draw stuff, and kids and their families call to the studio from their rooms (which they are heartily sick of, I’m sure.) and guess what I’m drawing.
Kids are, I dunno, psychic or something. Seriously. I’ve gotta have, like, thirty things to draw figured out because it’s a forty minute show and ten seconds into each drawing, they’re already calling in. Last year around halloween, I had four lines- FOUR- on the board and the phone rings. Kid says “Vampire.” Right.
You know what the four lines were? You know what a ‘greater than’ sign is? Kind of an arrowhead? Yeah, I had two pointed up for the tips of the vampire’s pointed ears, and two pointed down for the collar on his cape. That’s it. Four open ended triangles at the outside edges of the board. First guess. six seconds. Vampire. I drew the rest of it just to prove to everyone else that the kid was right.
Psychic.
I got some new shoes yesterday.
I remember being a kid and having new white shoes that were so bright they looked kinda stupid.
I remember that because it happened again yesterday.
Of course, I’m old enough now to wear them with dark socks and shorts.
Did you guys do this? You had to call “No Tag Backs” when the game started, otherwise, tag backs were allowed and complicated things for the slower-reflexed people in the group.
I don’t recall worrying a lot about tag backs, but I don’t want to admit that I was really fast at touching people and running away.
You didn’t think I was gonna let the Tag end, didja?
Played a couple games of disc golf this past weekend.
I gotta start remembering to take photos when I do stuff.
I’m so twentieth century.
Tag is supposed to be a big deal now, right? Movies and game shows and stuff?
Tag is a good game. Straightforward. Not a lot of crazy rules.
I’ve got this book signing and cartoon class thing this weekend. It’s kind of exciting. I’ll have both the Hubris books and two Buckets books for sale at the bookstore, and the class ought to be a hoot.
I’ll be thinking of you guys. I wish you all could be there.
Mostly because you seem to know more about this comic strip than I do, pretty often. But partly because I think we all ought to hang out together. That’d be COOL!
You guys read a lot of webcomics, right?
Ever read SpaceTrawler? Oooooh, it’s a good ‘un.
Charles is an actual person I used to unicycle with. Amazing guy. Blacksmith, Unicycle Rider (Giraffe, 36″ super wheel, Mountain unicycle, you name it) and Juggler. His specialty was juggling things that were designed to be juggled while on fire. The torches you can picture- there was a handle and everything. But the burning “balls” were pretty cool. Ironic pun intended. They had a spot on either side of the “ball” that was cool enough to touch. The spots were about the size of a nickel, and there were steel springs connecting the two touchable spots that made up the open framework that was the “ball”. Inside those springs was a kind of wick that you’d soak and set on fire. These things looked amazing around dusk. Seriously amazing.
What was wild was watching this person juggle things that were clearly on fire and shouldn’t be handled because, y’know, fire is hot. So your brain sort of got mixed up.
So, one time that I was watching, Charles bobbled a catch. The flaming ball hit the ground and rolled away. One of the unicycling kids that had been watching, fascinated, tried to be helpful. He ran over to retrieve that ball, and didn’t hear anything anyone was saying to him because he was enthusiastically saying, “I got it! I got it! Is it hot?!”
That’s when he burned himself. Because of course, he reached for it like it was a baseball- overhand. And flames rise.
What Charles was telling him that he didn’t hear was- “Only touch the spots! Pick it up underneath!”
Good kid. Marquis. Did a lot of community work and earned himself a unicycle. Probably doesn’t juggle.
