Thursday, April 07, 2005

Moving On

Blogger has foiled me too often. If you'd like to follow me to my new location, where I continue to talk about my strip, cartoons in general, and the odds and ends that catch my fancy, here it is.

If you've stumbled here courtesy of the Blogger Next button, you're reading the semi-discarded shell of my blog. Until I manage to transfer the old posts to the new site, I'll treat this as an archive.

Before The Fall



Here's a clip from the May 22 Sunday. Spot and I don't share the same appetites, but in this case we share the same menu. Ice cream is simply the perfect food. But perfection rarely fits in the real world. I would eat ice cream on the hour, only stopping when the mortuary shut tight my coffin. That's how good ice cream is. And how bad it is.

The classic definition of tragedy, I think, is when a person's greatest virtue is also his greatest flaw.

Ice cream, the most tragic of foods.

Before The Fall



Here's a clip from the May 22 Sunday. Spot and I don't share the same appetites, but in this case we share the same menu. Ice cream is simply the perfect food. But perfection rarely fits in the real world. I would eat ice cream on the hour, only stopping when the mortuary shut tight my coffin. That's how good ice cream is. And how bad it is.

The classic definition of tragedy, I think, is when a person's greatest virtue is also his greatest flaw.

Ice cream, the most tragic of foods.

Lobsters And Cartoonists

Says Browen:

There are comic strip artists in Maine? :D And here I grew up thinking it was just lobsters and moose. The things you learn! :D

If you ever choose to take a tour of the stars' homes, Maine also offers: Big Nate artist Lincoln Peirce; Bud Blake, who drew Tiger for so many years (the strip isn't retired, but I think Blake is); and most recently Wiley Miller, who draws Non Sequitur, has moved there.

Monday, April 04, 2005

New Hampshire Time



In the paper this Sunday, Spot and Buddy passed the time with snowballs. This jarred me a bit since there's grass on the ground and rain water in the basement.

There's a reason for this. The strip was originally intended for March 27, which, in New Hampshire Time, is still winter, despite the Vernal Equinox.

But I wasn't alone in heaping snow on the comics section. If you're a cartoonist who lives in Maine, the only alternative to throwing snowballs was to grab a shovel.