Gordon’s day hasn’t actually gotten any worse, he’s just being reminded of how bad it could potentially be, and thus ends the expository radio show. I know not all questions are answered, and maybe a couple more have been brought up, but as the story progresses, hopefully things will get clearer. Hopefully.
I apologize for this half-assed unfinished end to the little Spring Break trip. This week was crazy, and I just ran out of time to color. If time permits, I’ll go back and finish it. Until then, remind yourself of what the background looks like over here–that is, if you can tear your eyes away from the other bits long enough to look at the background.
Threw on some flat colors, tweaked the expression. Still unfinished, but better than before.
Finally got the thing done–it’s ready for the Louvre now.
I spent hours trying to cut down on the dialogue, and this is the best I could come up with? Sad.
The other day I was driving down Main Street through town on my way to work, and I saw this woman, probably in her late 50s/early 60s, in her relatively small front yard with what looked like a hawk on her arm. She was sort of stooped over, scanning the ground as though searching for a lost set of keys, or perhaps a wounded squirrel. I’ve always thought that falconry would be an interesting hobby, although I have no interest in hunting, but it seems to me that there are better places to practice it than in your 15’x5′ lawn on Main Street, which just happens to be the longest Main Street in the US, btw.
Maybe I’ll train my cotton-top tamarin to hunt with a hawk. That will be stage three in my plan for world domination.
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This is the part of the story with the blatantly contrived radio broadcast, designed to camouflage a bit of exposition. Hopefully it will be worth it and things will make a tiny bit more sense over the course of the next few episodes.
Spring Break is over, so I’m back at the grind. Borrowed FLCL (Fooly Cooly) from a kid and finally watched it over the break. Crazy weird stuff, but pretty neat. I only saw Vols. 1 and 3, so I was probably a bit more confused by it than I would be seeing the whole thing. In spite of that, I dug it. Makes me want my bass guitar back, or possibly a Flying V, so I can smack people in the head and make robots. Instead, I’ve got a piece of crap acoustic guitar that can’t be tuned w/o a pair of pliers. If I smacked people in the forehead with it, I don’t think it’d even give them a headache.
Ok, a bit tame compared to last week, but give it time–I’m sure cleavage will once again be featured prominently. Anyhow, when Gus heard that Salt Lake was a popular Spring Break hangout, he might have gotten his hopes up a bit too high.
So I’m sitting in the dentist’s office on Wednesday, and the TV in the waiting room was tuned to Fox News. Now, I know its nothing but a right-wing propaganda machine, but I still can’t help being surprised when I actually see it in action. They were actually debating whether Newt Gingrich’s position on the “Liberation” and subsequent occupation of Iraq was better than W’s position, as if those were the only two options. Just accepting that the invasion was necessary, that of COURSE we had to start a war, but only disagreeing on the length of time US troops stuck around. Criminy.
Gordon plans a couple hours of teeth-brushing followed by hanging out with his brother. Ah, the wild life of a comic character.
Well, walking around at the zoo all day after a full-day of yardwork and lumberjacking wasn’t quite as brutal as I expected. My new favorite animal? The cotton-top Tamarin. It’s this tiny little black, white and grey monkey with white crazy long hair on top of its head. Reminds me of Albert Einstein. Either that or Don King. I’m always getting those guys mixed up.
Followed up Monday’s zoo trip with skateboarding with my son on Tuesday. Today? It’s a trip to the dentist. Ah, the wild life of a comic creator.
Ok, so there’s no priest at the door (and what’s with that, by the way?). It’ll make more sense eventually.
So the wind blew down a tree in our yard a couple nights ago, and Sunday was the day we cleaned it all up. Went ahead and turned it into a whole day of yard work, and now it hurts me real bad. Still gonna try to go to the zoo today, because my son and I are on Spring Break. Maybe I’ll rent a wheelchair or something. I’m so outta shape.
I’ve never flown First Class, but I’d like to imagine it’s a bit like this. And before you ask, I think she knows her threat is not much of a deterrent. His only objection would be that she’d wait ’til he was asleep to do it.
So a couple years ago, I stumbled across Kaiju Big Battel, a crazy cool blend of giant Japanese monster movies and pro-wrestling. Then a couple weeks ago, I stumbled across Action Blast on G4TV. Kaiju is on TV! Sure, it ain’t primetime NBC or anything, but still, that’s pretty sweet.
You can ignore this next bit–just an attempt to bring in new readers:
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Nothing like getting torn a new one when you already know you screwed up big. You just have to sit there and take it because you know you earned it. On the plus side, though, it provides a small distraction from worrying about what you know the greater consequences will be.
I used to work at a movie theater (actually, I worked at 2 or 3 of them) when I was a kid (well, between 16 and 22), and I have to say that Multiplex comes pretty close to capturing the experience. Look through the archives–it’s good stuff.
Gordon’s life is full of regrets. Here’s another one.