Remember being a kid, and being sure that if you just tried ONE more time, you could do that flip the right way and land in the pool in the posture that would make people admire you forever?
No? Me neither.
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I’ve got this book signing and cartoon class thing this weekend. It’s kind of exciting. I’ll have both the Hubris books and two Buckets books for sale at the bookstore, and the class ought to be a hoot.
I’ll be thinking of you guys. I wish you all could be there.
Mostly because you seem to know more about this comic strip than I do, pretty often. But partly because I think we all ought to hang out together. That’d be COOL!
That’s not all the events. Don’t start emailing me saying that you wanted there to be others… There will be. And I’m changing some of your suggestions around a bit.
It’ll be fine.
Trust me, I’m a cartoonist.
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?”
Ooooh, you get to preview the color and everything today!
I wear a helmet at the skatepark. It’s very uncool. Mostly, I go very early when the cool people haven’t yet gotten out of bed. Everyone knows that getting up early isn’t cool.
But I digress.
Once, at the skatepark, I was trying to master the littlest half pipe. It’s actually so small that your reaction time has to be so fast that the thing is nearly useless for someone of my size.
I had just been asked by a kid, who was also skating early, why I was so careful to wear wrist guards and a helmet. I said it was because I’m generally uncoordinated and not wearing a helmet is equivalent to just kneeling down and smacking my head on the concrete.
He laughed and said that I looked like I was doing okay.
Or something like that. Before he could finish what he was saying, I wobbled badly and came off the skateboard. The sound my helmet made as it smacked against the side of the little half pipe was really impressive. It echoed off nearby buildings in the chilly morning air. If it had been my unprotected head that’d hit, I sure wouldn’t be drawing right now. Drooling a bit and listing to one side, maybe.
I guess I’ll just never be cool.
I spend a lot of time trying to watch those video clip shows – the ones that show skateboard and ski and motorbike accidents. I say ‘trying’ because mostly I’m not relaxing and watching. Mostly, I’m cringing and saying “aaaaaahhhhgh” and trying to get various nerve clusters to quit sympathetically jangling.
