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Well, it’s a bit late, yeah? But here’s today’s cartoon. Also, the Tip Jar has been tipped and we’ve got more than enough to buy you guys a couple extra cartoons in the next week or so. I hope I can find the time… I’ve also been asked why it’s been so long since I started to get the Stanky Creek book together. Some of you may remember that I’m adding new material to the book that you won’t get anywhere else. That’s got me a little nervous. I’m laying out the pages and leaving spaces for cartoons featuring more readers. When the layouts are done, I’ll have to ask again who I left out, or mis-drew, or didn’t get into their proper games for the Stanky Creek Fest (Yes, CrazyAl, I remember you’re in the Pogo Stick competition.)
Yikes. I’m way behind.
I figure Durnell has to keep the hecklers at bay while he’s on stage, and probably knows a few good ways to out-talk folks. That was, at one point, going to be clarified in tomorrow’s strip, but I think it’ll be more effective to just tell you that tidbit here and go on with the story.
Oh, it’s good to be back. I’m a little sleep deprived, a little soft around the midsection, and a little jumpy, but the book got finished. There will no doubt be some changes made when the ad agency and the client look over things, but those are never the long, hard slog that the actual painting of the pages are. I have a giant list of things to get caught up on. But…I’m an extra week ahead on The Buckets suddenly. I have some invoices out that I will be very happy to have paid.
And I finally got to draw Paste in the Ghillie suit, which has been pencilled for a while, but of course I couldn’t get it done yet.
Now. Are you ready for some Paintbaaaaaaaalllll?
Half a large pizza, two bottles of beer or hard cider, and a dish of ice cream, and I get dreams that’d make Hieronymus Bosch’s left eye do that twitchy thing. Also, impending caricature gigs. Those make it hard to sleep soundly. I’ve never had one go particularly badly, but I always get nervous dreams.
I don’t know if it’s true everywhere, but around here, it’s the nervous new kids that wind up saying they’re going to be snipers during paintball games. What that means is, they’re going to run to the closest hiding spot behind a wall and they’re going to plink away at anything they see moving. And there will always be those guys who try to take charge and start calling out orders while doing the hand jive like you see cartoon characters do when they’re parodying Schwarzeneggar movies. The problem is that there’s usually more than one of those guys in a team, so the team splits up and the disparate parts wind up shooting at each other at some point.
This gag grew out of a thing at an airsoft game instead of a paintball game, but… y’know, it’s amazing how that kind of humor can work for such two different sports…