I look forward to mounting chaos. I hope you do, too.
This Outdoorfest could take a while to chronicle, I think.
I look forward to mounting chaos. I hope you do, too.
This Outdoorfest could take a while to chronicle, I think.
So here we are-
That’s Dave Garst (aspiring cartoonist groupie and all-around excellent person), BJ Higdon (Son of Bruce Higdon, Punster and Caricaturist), Mark Simon (HotShot Storyboard Artist, and Modern Media Entrepreneur who obviously doesn’t sleep), John Hambrock (Creator of The Brilliant Mind Of Edison Lee and Co-Host of The Kenosha Festival Of Cartooning) Todd Clark (Who creates Lola and is one of MAD’s usual gang of idiots) Rich Powell (Creator of Wide Open, and another of MAD’s usual gang) John Read (founder of the magazine Stay Tooned, Caricaturist, and movie studio grunt), My son Gideon (JROTC nut and producer of an airsoft gun video here a while back that he should now make more of)
And me, sprawled on the floor.
So, that was the ‘before’ photo. Here are the afters:
Todd took a few shots.
John Hambrock, too, took a couple of shots to the body.
Rich Powell shows us that getting shot in the eye, which sounds bad, isn’t quite so- as your eye is armored as many other anatomical parts are not…
Mark stopped a LOT of paintballs. Probably had nothing to do with the red shirt.
Yes, the shirt started off red. It didn’t get that way during the game.
Quick Break. No bones, but y’know. Breaking. We look a jolly bunch, don’t we? ‘Specially Rich, who kinda knew what he was doing (Ex-Marine, you see) and who stayed pretty darn happy under fire. Disturbing.
I was shot in the head. Not armored, my head. Owwie. Thanks, Todd. Thanks pantloads.
Not that you wanna see my hairy, specky back or anything, but guess how many times they shot me in the back. Go on. Guess.
Now, the next day, this was Mark’s leg. Color’s getting good, yeah?
So, I finally got my wish of having cartoonists body paint one another. Tomorrow, more photos! Skating, and also cartoonists in fancy clothes.
I’m not a huge fan of the way TV has to hot everything up at the expense of facts. In a perfect world, TV would offer up good critical thinking skills and boost the social IQ of the country. But that stuff isn’t half as engaging as some bigfoot hunter tossing a cake out into a meadow and then whacking a branch against a tree trunk to lure in them ‘Squatches.
Yep, it’s our addictions that’ll send us happily into extinction.
But the documentary about our demise will be whiz-bang, I’m tellin’ ya!
Advertising stuff.
You can tell when it’s done by a committee, because it’s dull and pointless. And you can tell when they let one guy in the company just knock it out himself, because it’s always so badly misconceived that you know that next time, committee will insist that it’s dull and pointless.
Also, I need to apologize for yesterday’s cartoon. Didn’t mean to offend anyone, but it’s been pointed out to me that injury awards and comments about PTSD are inappropriate. You have my apologies. The only thing I can say in my defense is that no one, in fact, was harmed in the making of this comic strip. Daneil Hawshank, Michael Liu, Mr. Hieland, and the rest don’t actually exist. I do thank all of you very, very much for playing along with me and my imaginary people.
Also also… I hope that I didn’t compound the problem and upset anyone with today’s comic, but it was already done when I got the message about yesterday’s.
Those T-shirts that Mr. Smythe-Cholera had made? Those don’t exist either. Not to break the fourth wall all to heck for you or anything, but… y’know. Now I’m second-guessing myself.
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