Do you know what I just realized? What? WHO TOLD??!
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I wonder how many times through history we’ve let some Carmen Sandiego-type villain make off with a roman aqueduct or a pyramid just because Interpol tried to go after them without the right warrant.
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I think I would do better on social networking sites if they dropped the social aspect. And the networking, as well. Thus I am here.
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page 48 of this.
I tried using a brush. maybe you can tell. The ink ran out too fast, though. The pen doesn’t hold enough ink and the brush holds even less. Or the same amount but it goes on thicker and thus needs to be redipped sooner. Whenever I DO get faster I decide more things need to have ink on them and so no time is saved.
I was able to reduce the grime by increasing the contrast. I could have done that last time but it removed some of my fainter cross-hatching. This time I realized that faint cross-hatching looks terrible in a digitally colored comic strip so I didn’t do any except when I forgot not to.
In fack this is 48 and a bit of 49 since that last update had a bit of 48 in it. I didn’t do five rows again because I took the art in a direction that doesn’t look good, make sense, or get drawn comfortably, and so I yet ponder the ensuing frames. Whoopth. We won’t be here long. Or they won’t, anyway. It will be four months at the least for us.
It’s just supposed to be a silly diversion before the dorks go where they mean to be going (which is also a silly diversion, since I never wrote an ending), so it shouldn’t take me a week to draw the outside of the building. I thought hey wouldn’t it be funny if I based this on a real place that I went to and just happened to have pictures of? No because nobody who will see this has heard of that place (even I forgot that) and there’s nothing inherently funny about it apart from the name, which I changed, and not even to something that rhymes with the original or that is legible at the size I wrote it. And yet this “page” probably has about the least amount of post-scan line modification I’ve ever had to do, so once I totally lose my ability to reconsider bad decisions, the drawings will be very solid.
Prior to the decision, I couldn’t have spent more than three minutes on this. The ideas are spontaneous but they take so long to draw that I have a lot of time to regret them.
I considered writing “grub hub” on the revised sign, but there is an actual website called that. Here it is being discussed at Chow Hound. I wonder how food dude will weigh in on this.
Oh no, that’s real too! And now that I’ve violated oh so intellectual property of food dude SOPIPA is going to send me to the nibblet gibbet.
RSS feed for comments, for they hunger.
This here`s me trackback!
Jumbi sez:
Who makes the effort to ride a tricycle around that area?
Also Lope and Hawaiian-style shirts go together perfectly. This calls for a celebration.
The Coward's Way Out sez:
Is that image at the top intended to be across between a dope and the bow tie fool (minus arms of any sort)? I heartily disapprove.
I think the sign is archetypical enough that the reader scarcely needs to have seen the original; if one has seen the appellation placard for one such place, one has seen them all. The “A Place” description is especially appropriate in this respect, since the lot of them make a claim of such sort which varies slightly, but is in all cases equally meaningless; by choosing the broadest possible categorization, this particular display manages to encompass them all while still delivering the same amount of useful information, namely none.
Also, I would have never before this juncture suspected Nemitz to be a Zoot Suiter, yet somehow, it all now seems inevitable.
Uvprimlurx sez:
Jumbity:
Who makes the effort? Obviously somebody who believes in hard work. This might be the kind where the pedals operate an unlikely helicopter apparatus, also.
Anything that makes the lizard’s bright pink and blue skin seem subdued by comparison I suppose is not totally inadvisable.
Cow thou art:
It is a vague impression of a dope that I produced primarily to remind me that a dope was to go in a specific frame. It was so stupid looking that I
Yet seeing it now I realize I did not actually put a dope in the final version of the frame. Is it possible I have a forget memory, implanted by a sinister source? What IS that and WHERE did it come from???!
I also doubted the ideal-ity(?) of the sign because apart from that one place, any bad bar I have been to has been discrete from the outside and lacking of a free-standing sign. Although I’ve been to few overall, and the rest were in dense urban areas which merely lacked room for a big sign. I had a specific one of those in mind, also, but there are stairs going down next to the entrance and it is necessary for people to see these idiots enter to match the diagram I made, and as we’ve observed the mouse sketches are an infallible institution.
A chance encounter with this image while I was applying graphite changed the course of twitstory.
The Coward's Way In sez:
According to Wikipedier, a bar named “Bar” may be found in New Haven, which likewise succeeds in capturing a high degree of sign archetypicality, albeit of a different variety (though I must admit that it actually has a certain charm to it in this case). I take it lack of idiosyncrasy is a widely held aim of drinking/eating establishments in this region?
Uvprimlurx sez:
I have been to Bar. It is known for its pizza.
Quite the intellectual gang over there.
Jumbi sez:
I have to at least admire the craftsmanship of their hand-made menus. THAT’S not something you see every day!
Uvprimlurx sez:
J:
You might if you went to BAR every day. It is comforting, I suppose, that somebody worse at typesetting and aligning than me can still find employment.
Instructor:
There must be something wrong with me because I believed that for a moment when I saw the notice in my ehmail!
Your former French instructor, commenting on the figure drawn on the CD, sez:
Un lapin.