Ever been out in the woods late and you look around into the bushes and see little green glows? I can tell you, it makes you stop and have long conversations about whether green reflections or red reflections are carnivores. Lots to discuss all of a sudden when it’s an hour hike back to the road and you count fifty seven li’l green glows.
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I won’t say that golf is totally counter-intuitive… But there’s an awful lot of stuff to learn if you want to play, and not all of it makes sense on the surface.
Really, even the concept is a little tricky. “Get the ball into that little hole, dozens of yards away? Why don’t I just plunk the first six or seven into that handy lake? That’s what they seem to want to do anyhow.”
I like the linework in this comic.
There are a lot of ways the lines come out, depending on a lot of stuff.
When the characters are the ones we see all the time, and the action is close up, and there’s no reason to noodle around, the linework is fat and clean.
When I have more random characters, doing something that doesn’t come up much… I can’t help but noodle around. The linework is choppier, more random… but somehow more expressive.
I like that.
“Why” is sometimes a question that can shorten the heck out of a conversation. I mean, some of the videos on those old TV shows that were just collections of videos… (and the ones on Facebook now) are things you can’t question if you don’t want the magic taken away. For instance, I watched a video collage (is that what you call those? The ones that have a series of little videos strung together into one larger, funnier video) the other day of people doing face plants in various places.
One of the face plants was a woman going down an escalator and suddenly, whump, she goes down and scatters herself badly by the time she gets to the bottom of the moving stairs. Fine. But then you ask “Why”.
As in, “Why was there someone video-ing this woman (from behind) going down what is apparently an airport escalator?” It’s not security video. There’s no one else in frame. There’s nothing especially engaging about the woman one way or the other. But the video shows us this spectacular stumble and splatter… halfway down the escalator. Why, when the first half of the escalator ride was so uneventful, would someone continue video-ing this person… Unless she and the videographer had agreed beforehand that she would do something interesting on the ride down?
So here WE are with Lowell confronting the question, “Why”.
Let’s see if he can prove the videographer to be essential to the process.
Oh, those rich guys with their martinis and their steam rooms… Oh, how I long to be part of their expensive Trump-like world. Except I’d have the cigar, too. And a monocle. Dunno about the top hat.
How many times have I started conversations with my kids, or arranged meetings, or gone somewhere to accomplish something- and thought I had a reason. Sometimes, more than one reason. I like it when errands are done with, like, at least three reasons in mind.
And then, you get the point when you realize that your reasons break down one by one, and finally… You’re at Target SuperStore for, essentially, whatever you see that you can buy and make it look like you didn’t discover that you were on a fool’s errand the whole time. Poptarts and a diet Mountain Dew. Y’know, like you meant to come in for that. Maybe a Cadbury egg or two, in season.
Lunch in the corporate headquarters. I imagine it used to be pretty grim, but have you SEEN the kinds of commissaries these places build these days? Man, sometimes I wish I didn’t work from home, and could wander down to the ol’ HQ lunchroom and watch the sushi guys lay out some rolls… maybe stop by the soup station, or maybe the taco bar… fondue counter…
Nuts. Now I’m hungry.
I think I got the last of a loaf of bread and some cheese slices downstairs…
Yep, that’s the best thing to do… Write down all the stuff you get up to. All y’all remember that, now. And carry it around. And show it to people. People with cameras turned on you.
That way, when the police pick you up, they don’t have a lot of crazy bother trying to pin down exactly what to charge you with. Those folks have enough to worry about.