I wasn’t going to draw Lowell trying to seat himself at the table with everyone. You can imagine it every bit as well, and maybe better, than I could have drawn it for you. Eww, you got a filthy mind.
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Yeah, it’s easy to say “Wow, Lowell is a crappy neighbor.” But when you’re of a clearer mind, it’s ALSO easy to say, “Wow, Paste is a really, really crappy neighbor.”
You have to have the proper balance of personalities to play a good game. Or maybe playing games properly leads to having a balanced personality.
Chips and Dip. Is that a thing? Do young couples still bring chips and dip to get-togethers, or is there some fancy hip new thing I don’t know about? Cheese and spiced hams? Organic fruits and locally sourced Hummus? Cheetoes?
Nobody (Well, in this age of the In’ernets, we know there’s always SOMEBODY) wants to prop up useless stereotypes. And here I am doing a comic strip about a married couple having the ol’ “Husband Climbs Down” scenario.
You know why I did it, too.
Tell me you don’t know a couple like this. Tell me.
Yeah, I know ’em too. Heck, sometimes I AM them.
Body language. We communicate a lot by the way we stand, and the way we move… or the way we don’t move.
Body language. Just remember, if you don’t want to talk to someone, and your body language says, “I’m randomly and uncontrollably violent, unreliably continent, inconsistently coherent, and just liable to leap into the air with my arms flapping around me”, then you don’t have to say it with either spoken or written language. It’s just a time saver left over from when we were a race of cave dwellers with a three word vocabulary… and one of those words is rude and currently still disallowed on TV.
I had a point to make, but had so much fun making up that last bit that I forgot what it was. Carry on.
You know how it’s been called ‘The Stone Age’ because, y’know, they found stone tools and obviously the men made the stone tools and killed food and everyone in the human race survived the ice ages and everything? Well, you realize, of course, that they’ve since found fossilized woven surfaces.
So, yeah. Buncha naked men running around with pointed rocks, grinning about how smart they were and then dragging a dead animal home to… the women who were wearing woven leather clothes, and carrying things around in woven grass baskets and sleeping on woven mats.
Stone age. Riiiiiiight. And somebody kept drinking all the fermented berry juice the women were saving for Sa’urday night, too.
Folks do what they do. I draw cartoons. You read cartoons. Paste says rude, snarky stuff. All’s right with the world.
Communication is a skill. As with any skill, you can have different techniques and styles. I think Raye’s differs from Kelly’s. They’re gonna have to work on understanding each other’s techniques.