My uncle could draw cars. He couldn’t, as far as I remember, draw anything else… or didn’t while he was in front of me, but straight out of his head, he could draw race cars. In proportion and correct.
He made false teeth and was a surveyor for a living.
I draw for a living, and I draw cars as if I hadn’t ever seen one in person. It’s very distressing.
It’s okay Greg, we love you anyway, and look forward eagerly for everything you put to the page. Really.
Poor Lowell, he’s not going to learn this one but keep throwing away the clue and playing with the box….
At least you don’t draw a big honking SUV with tiny wheels.
Lowell seems to enjoy the pursuit more than winning, and only enjoys the pursuit if the one he’s trying to pursue is afraid.
Teach Lowell to ride a bike, Greg. Teach Lowell to ride a bike.
Lowell still doesn’t understand anything I guess…
Looks like Lowell needs another stint in the woods living naked with the racoons. He’s back to evil again.
Ah, Lowell. If ever a man needed an evil nemesis…..
….and I think the car is cute!
poor lowel he is going to find out that getting every thing you want winds up in the end not being worth the price paid.espically since hubris is looking forward to his plans now
“… I bet you finally wish you were in my shoes.”
Maybe what you really mean is that you wish you were in Hubris’s shoes, Lolo? That you want desperately to believe that he is consumed with envy for you, when it is almost certainly the reverse? Though you probably couldn’t or wouldn’t admit that, even to yourself.
Perhaps nothing better demonstrates Lowell’s ability to evoke amusement, contempt, exasperation, and pity in quick succession — or all once — than the following sequence of strips:
http://hubriscomics.com/comic/hubris-nice-and-friendly/
http://hubriscomics.com/comic/hubris-silver-linings/
http://hubriscomics.com/comic/hubris-me-for-me/
http://hubriscomics.com/comic/hubris-it-had-to-be-you/
I keep going back to Lowell changing himself to be better, then immediately falling back into the same place. I feel so much pity for him I forget to hate him.