I have yet to show anyone cutting Pete any slack.
What do you think? Should I find someone who’ll cut him some slack?
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It’s been a while since I did a photo background. Years, maybe.
Probably.
It’s always bothered me how often in stories that critical plot points are discovered by someone listening at the keyhole. I mean, even PG Wodehouse recognized it in some of his stories as an old trope. Back when my wife watched a particular soap opera (which is where I came up with my theory of ‘comic book time’ and why characters do the same crap every five years or so. “Oh, no, it’s another clone of Spider-Man”) any plot development was sprung upon the principal characters involved while they were standing in a darkened hallway putting their ears around a doorframe while nerve-wrackedly chewing a knuckle. (that’s a very soap opera acting skill- knuckle chewing)
Anyhow- another great soap-opera (and therefore comic book) acting skill is to make sure another person in the area hears what you’re pretending they can’t hear. That one doesn’t bother me, and I’ve included it here to show off my fine writing skillz.
I don’t think it ever occurred to Mal to examine the places other than Work where emotions might come into play.
‘Til now, that is.
And there are just so darn many of them to deal with all of a sudden…
Dating is tricky.
Especially if you’re not.
But in your head, you were.
But you don’t know what’s in the other person’s head.
‘Cause you don’t know that other person.
‘Cept, in your head, you do.
But then… you really, really don’t.
Not everyone who sent in paperwork to be included in the ‘Fest said they wanted to be in Team US. (I maintain that we’re all sort of Team US anyhow, but in an existential way or something) Here’s Nebuchanezzar IV, riding for Mal’s team!
Like most of us, Mal is sharp in a way…
and not sharp in others.
Had another young illustrator come talk to me today about taking up comic strips.
Woo. There’s a tricky conversation.
It involves history, business, markets, decline, digital milieu, innovation, obsession, skill, writing, drawing…
And there’s no science or linear approach to it, nosirree.
Hard to know what to tell the up-and-comers, y’know?
I did my usual old workouts the last couple of days… and started feeling pretty good today. Really back to normal. Strong. Healthy.
In other words, exactly the way I felt the day I got all the blood clots two months ago.
And there’s a real sign of old age: worried that something’s wrong because it feels like nothing’s wrong.
You know how you get those phone calls and they say stuff like, “Hello, is this Mr. Car…uhvannus?” and you’re all “Well, heck, that was almost close. Whattaya selling?” and then they claim they’re not selling anything, but then they’re trying to tell you some cock’n’bull story about your credit card or alarm system or …
Y’know what? I might have something other than this cartoon on my mind. Point is, Poopoohead and Doodoohead aren’t that different and over the phone, you might mistake one for the other.
