Hope you enjoyed… or at least noticed, the extra cartoon yesterday. If you didn’t, then you get to see TWO new ones today! Either way, that’s good, right?
You’re probably tired of lawyer and contract talk. Me too. I’ve got another extra cartoon for this weekend. It has bicycles in it.
Here’s a Thursday extra cartoon. Nearly caught up now. I owe you one more extra cartoon until someone drops another little bit in the tip jar. I think I’ll get your next extra this weekend. Cross your fingers.
I signed a vendor contract today so I could do an illustration.
It was only a couple of pages long.
Cartoonists do NOT have elaborate vendor contracts. We mostly just sign away all our rights, and it’s done. Easy peasy.
So, I was asked to purchase an ad in the local high school yearbook.
What the heck, why not.
Aaaand now you know what 412 means.
Don’t you?
I can never tell. You guys are so good at following the little fiddly clues I hand out and guessing what the next thing that’ll happen is, I sometimes get vague, thinking you’ll follow along anyhow.
It’s tough, filling a comic strip with characters that aren’t main cast. You gotta go look everyone up and get their eyebrows and skin tones right. Oh, the hours of toil I put in for you guys. And you’re worth it.
I wear a helmet at the skatepark. It’s very uncool. Mostly, I go very early when the cool people haven’t yet gotten out of bed. Everyone knows that getting up early isn’t cool.
But I digress.
Once, at the skatepark, I was trying to master the littlest half pipe. It’s actually so small that your reaction time has to be so fast that the thing is nearly useless for someone of my size.
I had just been asked by a kid, who was also skating early, why I was so careful to wear wrist guards and a helmet. I said it was because I’m generally uncoordinated and not wearing a helmet is equivalent to just kneeling down and smacking my head on the concrete.
He laughed and said that I looked like I was doing okay.
Or something like that. Before he could finish what he was saying, I wobbled badly and came off the skateboard. The sound my helmet made as it smacked against the side of the little half pipe was really impressive. It echoed off nearby buildings in the chilly morning air. If it had been my unprotected head that’d hit, I sure wouldn’t be drawing right now. Drooling a bit and listing to one side, maybe.
I guess I’ll just never be cool.
Two things that led to today’s strip:
One, horsing around with the tall verticals is funny, and yesterday’s strip didn’t take total advantage of that.
Two, I didn’t get started on this until 11:20, and I needed something minimalist. Otherwise, you’d have gotten a Lowell cartoon. Which, I suppose, now means you know what to expect on Friday.
There you go. I’m exhausted.
