Posts Tagged Ms. Wiggins-Ross
Day to day corporate life must be very difficult. That must be the reason they make the big bucks, right?
Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Just kidding. We all know they make the big bucks because they control where big bucks go.
**Also, sorry about the delayed posting. My watch is really weird, with lots of alternate settings. I could have sworn today was supposed to be the ninth.
Well, now. Aren’t we having fun. I got my cable access back, along with my internet access, this afternoon. And now, so you’ll get this cartoon at midnight (technically “tomorrow” as I type) I’m doing a little work on my wife’s computer. You know the one- I used to be familiar with it, back when it was mine. It no longer has a scanner, so I have to draw directly into the computer, but that’s okay, since the Wacom tablet connected to it is really good at pressure sensitivity. On the other hand, I can’t rotate the image, so I have to hold my hand at weird angles to get things…
You don’t wanna hear this, do you? No, you don’t.
No, you want to hear me complain about the fact that my current computer chose the same day the cable was snapped and the internet lost to go belly up. Yeah, hard drive death. Traitor. Wait, you don’t want to hear me whinge about that either? Well, that’s understandable. Bottom line? Monday’s cartoon was late, and I had to get it into the computer by having my wife take it outside and shoot a photo with her camera, then upload it into Photoshop before I could try to turn it into something that was workable. It was all drawn, you see, before my computer croaked. Today’s cartoon wasn’t going to be done all bassackward like that, though, nossir. All digital it is. Yick. I need a Cintiq if I’m gonna do that much more. That, and I don’t wanna have to upload cartoons on other folk’s computers any more.
So cross your fingers and toes kiddies! My computer should be back soon with a new hard drive with old backups clogging up it’s virgin, virtual arteries, and then we’ll see where we are!
If you’re wondering who ‘Joel’ is, then you might need to back up to a certain Stanky Creek Outdoorfest, or possibly the weaker, more ridiculous SportSmart Outdoorsfest. It’s all there in the archives someplace or other.
Or just take it from me, Lowell is not always as assertive or truthful person. When big boss Ed Honcho calls you ‘Joel’, then you just go with it. Maybe consider having your name legally changed.
I hope everyone’s enjoying this particular storyline. It’s not skating or hiking or climbing or anything, but it is, I think, fun. And I’m interleaving it with the two other story lines… so maybe you’ll get some kinda mayhem that doesn’t stem from Lowell’s issues. That’ll be nice, right?
Isn’t it nice to see old friends. Who then don’t recognize you. Even when you give them your name and the circumstances under which you met.
And then they throw a plot twist at you.
Yeah, it’s nice.
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.
Ahhh. Getting back on schedule. If I gotta work, then everyone in the comic strip gets to work today… or at least take calls about work.
There you go. No Backsies!
Actually, for any of you guys who wonder about how this strip gets written, or at least plotted (IS there anyone like that?) The story when Mr. Smythe-Cholera first went rafting with his family and Hubris was supposed to be the precursor to today’s strip and the upcoming “Corporate Weekend.” Building all the weird circumstances in between seemed like it should only take me a couple of weeks or so, and I rolled along with it. Now here we are, heaven-knows-how-long down the road, finally touching on the first notes of that story I thought we’d be well into by now.
There you go.