I figure Clem takes as long to describe events as the events themselves took.
It’s like having a 1 to 1 scale map of life.
I figure Clem takes as long to describe events as the events themselves took.
It’s like having a 1 to 1 scale map of life.
I used to really tick people off during critique days at college graphic design classes.
I wasn’t trying to. I thought we were supposed to talk about where we and others could have improved, and what we and others did well, and what lettering looked like it belonged on the side of a hotdog vendor’s cart instead of a can of coffee. You know. Critique.
But some folks in college weren’t old enough or experienced enough to take constructive criticism, and felt that calling their coffee logo ‘hotdog cart lettering’ was going over the line. Fine. It’s also possible I wasn’t old enough or experienced enough or normal enough to know what people were going to take as personal insult just because they’d poured their heart and soul into a coffee label design. Fair’s fair.
Troy, on the other hand, is going well out of his way to become a functioning cartoonist. (I know this ’cause of how we met) He’s also old enough to recognize constructive criticism for what it is, and recognize a socially inept dingbat for what I am…
Having said that, I’m going to offer up a critique of last week’s cartoon. Cartoonist to cartoonist, and you guys get to be privy to it. Or not, if you stop reading now.
So. Overall, it flows well. Left to right. Pace. no worries. I think the action of the first two panels could be reduced to one panel- The old man walking from a rumpled bed, the room dark on the left and brighter on the right hand side toward and open door. Old man scratching with one hand, yawning, and stretching the other hand? That leaves a second panel for the Old Man to be teetering on his toes, feet together, as though he’s stopped his step suddenly at his bedroom door and his upper body might be leaned out from its own momentum. The body angle would give dynamic tension and a sense of unbalance. The word balloon over him… Hmmm. Is “Oh… Crap.” too rude? He’s looking at crap, after all. Judgement call. His Dog could be pressed against the wall, also staring goggle-eyed into the room (that we can’t see, same as Troy has it in this version). He’s thinking “You were the one who fed me week old Bratwurst…” Then there’d be the third panel that’d have to be the final note. I’m not sure Old Man should look so calm and collected as in this version. I think it might be funnier and more engaging if he’s outside in his garfield PJs hammering a sign into the yard “HOUSE FOR SALE- CHEAP. NOW.” next to a box with a plastic bag tied in it. It’s got “ROBOT VACCUUM_ FREE USED ONCE.” on it. That’s my 2 cents. Might not work. I’d have to sketch it out and see what it looks like. And Troy might not like the pace of a three panel instead of a four. It’s pretty subjective, after all.
There you go. Critique.
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.
Remember when the television censors finally caved in and let the word ‘ass’ on reg’lar television? Suddenly it was like every character on tv was organizing every exchange to culminate in the word ‘ass’. The writers were having a field day both fitting ‘ass’ in cleverly designed gags and just tossing it in whenever it felt ‘right’ or ‘real’ or whatever.
The censors were bowing to Cable, where everyone could already say ‘ass’ of course, and anything else they want to say. I had the HBO series ‘Deadwood’ soundtrack a while back, and I couldn’t play it if there was a chance that the kids were anywhere around. There were lots of words that it’s not my job to teach them, since I’m trying to teach them to speak as though they have an education.
I’ve addressed the larger phenomena in my syndicated strip ‘The Buckets’. Frank the grandpa explains in one Sunday cartoon that when he was a boy, there was no real incentive to stay a kid- you WANTED to grow up because all the movies and most of the TV shows and all the good stuff in the stores were for adults. Now, of course, it seems like everything is geared if not for kids, then for adults who want to have all the same great stuff they were sold as kids. Kids get all the best stuff, and so there’s no incentive to want to be an adult, or in common parlance, “to get boring.” So now there are cartoons just for adults with language that used to be associated with sailors who had a third grade education and hadn’t been in the company of a non-professional woman for months. Tricky to explain to your kids that ‘Ugly Americans’ is a cartoon show they’re not allowed to watch, even when the commercial shows one character ordering another character to poop in front of him. Kids’ll tell ya, that %$#@s hiLARious.
The newspaper comics are still mostly under fifty-year old restrictions about what you can and can’t say. Widow Churchchoir down the street can surely kick up a ruckus in the newspaper editor’s office if she complains about the language in a comic strip these days. I’m thinking the widow doesn’t have cable.
Comics on the web are different. Many have been accused of being nothing but a series of fart and dick jokes. Early on, that might have been more true. Or maybe even now- amongst the sorts of comics that the younger crowds are doodling and reading. I tend toward the slicker, more carefully written and drawn material. It’s full of the same kinds of exchanges that current cable TV is full of, though. ‘Issues’. Gay and lesbian characters, relationship angst, bathroom humor, guys and girls, … ‘Real’ stuff, to be sure. As real as the kinds of jokes that people used to trade in private but you’d never hear from the cardboard lips of the contrived characters on TV before ‘ass’ was allowed.
So I wonder where Hubris is going. It’s up to me, but it’s not. So far, the gentle humor in the Hubris comic strips is the sort of indirect wording and situation from P.G. Wodehouse stories. Bertie Wooster might call a rival an “Excrescence”, but he’d NEVER call him a “shithead.” That kind of thing. Soon though, I’m going to run out of gentle humor strips written for the newspapers and the new material will flow. I’m old enough to want the Sociological Pendulum to go ahead and swing back toward educated, sophisticated humor- oblique stuff where you can refer to someone as a ‘Son of a Bachelor’ and it’ll be cute. That, instead of saying “Yo mama a whore” and throwing a laughtrack of rough hoots and howls over it. The latter ain’t funny, it’s designed to make you laugh, but not to think while you’re at it.
Anyhow, stick with me, and tell your friends about Hubris. We’ll all have to wait and see if and when it’ll be funny for Hubris to say “ass.”
For anyone who has seen this comic (and title) before and thought it was misspelled… it was. I fixed it. It bothered me.
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