Cthula is one of THOSE dog owners.
You don’t want them at festivals.
Especially if you’re wearing sandals.
Cthula is one of THOSE dog owners.
You don’t want them at festivals.
Especially if you’re wearing sandals.
Ha! You thought it was all done, yesterday. Right? But I got ya, right? Did I get ya?
Also, Urine punchline. Twice. Booyah. And just a few weeks after the big fart joke. We’re going downhill faster than a li’l red wagon, here.
Now, we’re back to comparing the two story styles…
Mine, and the kid’s. Mine is easier to color, that’s all I know.
I’ve got a spooky story to tell you. I like it, and I hope you do, too.
•also, apologies for this going up late again. I don’t know what the server’s problem is, but the alerts keep popping up that I can’t finish uploading these cartoons. Then I go to bed cranky.•
I can write ‘Morning People’ (or, as they can alternately be called, ‘Not Evening People’) pretty well since I am one.
When I was in college, I tried being an evening person. You know, staying up til all hours trying to get projects finished for classes.
It wasn’t until after I graduated and discovered (through an odd series of events) that I did much better work much faster in the mornings than I did at night when everyone else was grabbing coffees and getting down to brass tacks.
What should have been a dead giveaway to my inability to work at night is that, unless I was careful to prepare myself with attitude and caffeine, I would start becoming useless by ten or eleven. Work slowed to a crawl and as the night wore on, I found myself thinking I heard voices or that there were people in the apartment with me, or I would just waken hunched over my drawing board with a tiny, intricate scribble in place of what I had, moments before and unconsciously, believed to be a finished drawing of a fish.
Why teddy bears, anyhow? I mean, I’ve heard the stories about Roosevelt and whatever, but… Bears. Man, those things are dangerous!
Sorry for the continuing sporadic nature of updates. All the software I’ve been using is out of date, and some of it was apparently no longer supported… So, we’re upgrading. And I’m having to learn the new ins and outs of the slightly different interface. Not really my forte.
It’s Kid Art Day here at Hubriscomics again. Derion drew a skateboarder. More or less. He originally brought me the drawing with just the guy standing there. When I said that only drawings with Hubris-type themes were going on the website now, he added the skateboard and the ‘speed lines’.
I usually return the kids’ drawings to them in a little sketchbook make from 11X17 folded and stapled. I think that may be Derion’s motivation. I think that ’cause he handed me the drawing the first time and said, “I want a sketchbook!”
If I keep upping the ante required for these sketchbooks, eventually these young’uns will learn to draw all kind of cool stuff.
Just got back from traveling. Here’s a shot from the waiting area in Seattle’s airport on New Year’s Day. Notice anything a little weird?
Not a huge crowd… check. It’d show up in a few minutes. Lotta people on cell phones… check. Kid taking up two seats while others stand… check. But that’s not what I was pointing out. Some of you sharp characters got it right away.
For the rest of us, here it is a little closer…
Yes, that’s right! Not only is the kid draped across two seats, but she’s mainly in the handicap priority seat. Granted, there weren’t yet any prioritized handicapped people there yet- they would be wheeled up in a few minutes, but it’s also a fact that their arrival made no impact on the way she was sitting. In fact, the only thing that made an impact on her was when the flight was called and her father told her to put the phone away. She and her sister made noises at that point. Not words, exactly, but noises.
Now, since I’m doing a comic strip like Hubris, I’m supposed to be all young-minded and/or anthropological about it. You know, like I’m taking notes in reference for Paste’s behavior. So, from that point of view, I’m all “Yeah, girl, don’t let nobody push you out of yo’ space!” But I’m also an old guy, so I’m standing there, reading a People magazine over my wife’s shoulder, thinking, “How do I get a picture of this clueless kid in the act of cluelessness without getting arrested?”
Her father didn’t give a rip about how many or which seats she’d taken up. I hope he doesn’t care that there’s a blurry phone shot of his kid being anti-Seattle Cool online.
Oh, and the two people on wheelchairs/crutches went straight to the boarding line and didn’t wait around for seats. Not that they would’ve gotten any, but it made me relax when they didn’t seem to want any.
I think I’ve mentioned Career Day here before. A school invites you to come and talk about what you do. You put together some handouts, some examples of what you do, and some kind of display. You go talk to a lot of kids for a few hours. Fun. And, as with anything, it’s the stuff that surprises you that’s worth repeating. What’s the #1 question I get from schoolkids? Take a moment to guess.
Here it is: “Did you draw all of this?” while indicating a table full of books, comics, ads, comic strips, etc. My usual answer is, “Yes. Cartooning is my career. I wouldn’t bring anyone else’s artwork to show you.” They usually turn to the kid next to them and say, “He drew ALL that!” I don’t know why.
Here’s my #1 question for the kids: “How many jobs within the field of cartooning can you name?” That usually gets them engaged. Most people assume that cartoonists do one job- the one that pops into that person’s mind when he or she is asked to name more than one. For elementary school kids, that usually means animation of some kind- movies or TV. For older kids, it might be comic books or videogame design or animation. What’s funniest is when the Career Fair is set up in a library and NO ONE can think to say, “Children’s Book Illustrator.”
My handouts are actually sort of a cheat sheet. There’s a long list of cartooning jobs/careers listed. Some kids will stand there with the handouts, never thinking to look at the words on it to answer my question. Sadly, there are occasionally kids who DO read the list, the light STILL doesn’t come on, and they still don’t have an answer. For those kids’ (and my) sake, I’m glad someone’s making them go to school where they can get a decent breakfast and lunch- and meet some people who can expand their worlds with them. Maybe something will click someday and their lives will be something they’re aware of, and that they have some control over.
Most kids, though, are fantastic to talk to. Did you ever explain… really explain… something to a kid who’s surprised that there’s information to be had? You learn as much about what you already thought you knew as the kid learns from you saying it. Always worth the effort, for everyone involved. Try it, if you can. Need a quick example that tried and true? Sit down and write complete instructions on how to tie your shoe. You know, instructions that are clear and to the point, that a kid can follow. I guarantee you’ll learn something about how you tie your shoes, and how you communicate… or don’t.
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