Hey, all of you who read more on this site than just the words in the boxes with the drawings- Want to check out TSOJ’s webcomic interview blogsite? Sure you do.
Also, there’s an interview with me, so… y’know.
Click HERE for that stuff. Enjoy.
Lunch in the corporate headquarters. I imagine it used to be pretty grim, but have you SEEN the kinds of commissaries these places build these days? Man, sometimes I wish I didn’t work from home, and could wander down to the ol’ HQ lunchroom and watch the sushi guys lay out some rolls… maybe stop by the soup station, or maybe the taco bar… fondue counter…
Nuts. Now I’m hungry.
I think I got the last of a loaf of bread and some cheese slices downstairs…
You didn’t suppose I was suddenly going to be one of those webcomics that shows nudity and all, did you?
Just for the record. I have nothing against kids. Or having kids.
But, they ARE kids y’know. Sometimes they are difficult to be in the room with.
I still remember there was an old episode of WKRP in Cincinnati, where the weird guy is being interviewed on the radio- he says that when you give a kid an IQ test for an adult, they score ‘Crazy’. (I’m paraphrasing.) What a great observation.
Nobody (Well, in this age of the In’ernets, we know there’s always SOMEBODY) wants to prop up useless stereotypes. And here I am doing a comic strip about a married couple having the ol’ “Husband Climbs Down” scenario.
You know why I did it, too.
Tell me you don’t know a couple like this. Tell me.
Yeah, I know ’em too. Heck, sometimes I AM them.
You know how it’s been called ‘The Stone Age’ because, y’know, they found stone tools and obviously the men made the stone tools and killed food and everyone in the human race survived the ice ages and everything? Well, you realize, of course, that they’ve since found fossilized woven surfaces.
So, yeah. Buncha naked men running around with pointed rocks, grinning about how smart they were and then dragging a dead animal home to… the women who were wearing woven leather clothes, and carrying things around in woven grass baskets and sleeping on woven mats.
Stone age. Riiiiiiight. And somebody kept drinking all the fermented berry juice the women were saving for Sa’urday night, too.
Folks do what they do. I draw cartoons. You read cartoons. Paste says rude, snarky stuff. All’s right with the world.
Communication is a skill. As with any skill, you can have different techniques and styles. I think Raye’s differs from Kelly’s. They’re gonna have to work on understanding each other’s techniques.
For those of you who like to invent your own variations on the punchlines, here’s the alternate for Paste’s final comment that I considered to be overused, even if it’s pretty funny:
Paste- “Or?”
So here we have an example of a comic strip that didn’t fit. You will probably have noticed that Hubris and Kara rarely fall into any kind of Domestic Tableau. I wrote this comic, and a follow-up that you might get to see next Thursday, and then looked at it and said, “Huh. That doesn’t work. They didn’t go there.” and I scrap-piled it. I just can’t conceive of Kara taking on the domestic Wife/Girlfriend traditional role, and I can’t conjure up a proper interaction from Hubris if she did.
But having said that- here’s the cartoon anyhow-
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