My dog is so cool, they wouldn’t insist on ANY of those rules. But I understand why they have them, y’know… for those LESSER dogs that other people own.
Posts Tagged ‘paste’
I thought about writing “Don’t you hate it when you catch yourself doing the very thing you hate in others?”
But I’ve been spending time on Facebook, and I’ve just about decided that none of us notice when we do the exact same stuff we hate in others, and for those very special few who DO realize they do it, the response doesn’t seem to be chagrin, but a kind of weird pride.
As a cartoonist, I’d like to thank humankind for being so human.
Big shout-out to Lee Bailey to came to MidSouthCon this past weekend with some awesome antique skateboards and some cool stuff for me to carry away. I’ll post photos and such another time.
Paste, in today’s cartoon, is like a pet. You know how you have to walk your dog in the morning or he has so much energy he’ll eat your old CD collection the minute you walk out the door without him? Yeah. Paste.
It’s all about the motivation, ain’t it.
Anyhow, news. I FINALLY ordered the new stickers, so all of you who kindly put cash in the tip jar and provided your mailing addresses will finally be sent a Thank You.
Also, I’m several pages in (around 50) to setting up the next Hubris book, and there’s an awful lot of new comics to draw to fill in story bits and to feature the folks who sent photos and all earlier and then I didn’t get your preferred whacky sports into the storyline.
I have my old notes to go back through (also time consuming. This is a tough book to put together) but if you want to be SURE that I get you and your preferred sort of appearance straight this time (or if that sounds like fun, and you want to pretend that you sent in a photo and a sport to compete in earlier when you send it in this time), NOW would be the time to email me with details. I know CrazyAl wanted to be in some kind of pogo sticking competition or something… and I fear that some of you were in the background of some of the cartoons during the Great Stanky Creek OutdoorFest and either didn’t recognize my caricatures of you, or felt you should have been in a competition… well, let me know, willya? I know its been a long time coming and I apologize for that. Busy busy, you know.
The next book is looking like fun, though, and the extra content will make it a good item.
Clif Bars in sauce. There’s an idea for you. Macadamia Nut White Chocolate Clif with Dijon… Peanut Butter with BBQ sauce.
There’s a best selling cookbook in this one.
You’ve been on ‘That’ trip, right? You check the weather, you figure the time of year, you juggle the odds… “Oh, I guess I don’t need to pack a rain jacket.” That ups your chances for rain, by, say, fifty percent.
Forget your tent? It will storm.
If you are smart, though, and bring a rain suit, a three season tent, tarps, rope, umbrellas and a marquee, it probably won’t rain. If you also bring a case of those little throwaway ponchos for everyone on your camping trip who DIDN’T pack rain gear? Area drought. Be careful- you don’t want the local river to dry up in case there’s kayaking that weekend.
Like the scouts, be prepared. Bring stuff so you won’t need it.