Well, the House GOP is definitely playing the fool, falling in and out of love with all the wrong people for all the wrong reasons.
And some of the lyrics seem applicable:
How can you help it when the music starts to play
And your ability to reason is swept away
Oh, heaven on earth is all you see
You’re out of touch with reality
But to tell you the truth, I just dig the song, man.
Giving Gym-bo the gavel would be like giving a full professorship with tenure and a corner office to the kid who makes fart noises in the back of the class.
Hey … changing gears … any advice for a budding cartoonist? Our #1 is playing goalie this year, now has a freelance, professional, nonprofit entry on her résumé.
(surprised that wasn’t the only typo… before I erased half of it, Siri recorded me yelling, “put it down, come back here, get off the couch! “ at the dog.
I like that ’toon, a lot. It’s miles better than anything I was drawing at 12 (or at 18, 24, 30. …).
The best advice I can give is to keep cartooning, show the stuff to anyone who’ll take a minute to look at it and give you an honest opinion (or an honest dollar), and don’t let rejection get you down. Cartooning is tougher to break into now than it was when I was a teenager, and it wasn’t any picnic then. I just got lucky — and I added to my skillset by learning how to write journalism, which led to editing, which paid the bills.
But editing was work. The cartooning was fun. Keep it fun.
Also, if your school offers art classes, take a few. It’s a lot easier to cartoon something — an ice rink, a hockey stick, a goalie’s mask — if you know how to draw them for reals. Think of it as learning the rules and then breaking them, and knowing why you’re breaking them.
Look at other cartoonists’ work to see what they’re doing, and how. Sometimes if you ask nicely they’ll tell you their secrets. The great editorial cartoonist Pat Oliphant once told me how he used Zipatone, a sticky patterned film, as an overlay to provide the shading in some of his earlier work. If memory serves he also used Duo-Shade paper, which required two developing fluids to bring out the paper’s hidden shading, one light, one dark.
I didn’t take art classes until college, when it was too late. The prof was always hollering, “O’Grady, quit trying to cartoon everything!”
Appreciate it! Not sure how to categorize her… She’s either artistic in an engineering sort away, or a hands-on, dirt under her fingernails, sawdust and motor oil on her coveralls type who likes to flaunt the normal rules.
She’s an introvert with stage fright who wants to go to Juilliard .
Mom is a graphic designer, so she’s picked up just enough Photoshop and Illustrator and Express to be dangerous. She’s been making posters for her favorite teachers, things like nameplates in different fonts and the like. For her science teacher, she wrote something out using nothing but atomic symbols from the periodic table
Can’t get her to put her dirty clothes in the dirty clothes hamper, she’ll stay up till one in the morning making something for one of our teachers
Our middle school and our future high school have pretty good art departments, both print media and theatrical. So we’ll see how this all goes
Sounds imaginative, and interested in what she’s interested in to the exclusion of most anything else, which reminds me of me. I spent a lot of time wandering around in my own head. Still do.
I can relate to the introvert, too. I would go miles out of my way to avoid something like giving a report to the class, instead submitting a cartoon, or a video of me and my friends telling jokes (that was for a folklore class at UNC). My final in a radio-production class was a show that was entirely The Firesign Theatre, from music to “news” breaks to commercials. I was always taking the scenic route to a B.
One thing I’ve come to think is important is a willingness to fail. I’ve always been reluctant to tackle something new that I wasn’t sure I could master quickly because I hated having people laughing at me for the wrong reasons. But failure is an excellent teacher.
Give ’er 40 acres and let ’er turn herself around a time or two. What a thrill to be young in a world with so many avenues for artistic expression. I bet it’s gonna be interesting.
First para: Girlfriend perpetually has missing assignments, is behind on her schoolwork.
But I popped into a couple of her classes last week, and they all the aforementioned posters prominently displayed. Extra credit stuff she does who knows when. That’s been her MO forever: can’t put her dirty clothes in the hamper, but will alphabetize the cereal and pasta boxes
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Uhn, an r & b group? For Gym Jordan, eh?
Well, the House GOP is definitely playing the fool, falling in and out of love with all the wrong people for all the wrong reasons.
And some of the lyrics seem applicable:
But to tell you the truth, I just dig the song, man.
All he had to do was not be an asshole and not threaten the families of those on the fence, but no … …
He let his mouth write a check that his ass couldn’t cash.
In a world where doing nothing for 15 years is a feature, not a bug …
Giving Gym-bo the gavel would be like giving a full professorship with tenure and a corner office to the kid who makes fart noises in the back of the class.
Except the kid making fart noises probably has two real friends.
Ooo, he shoots, he scores!
Hey … changing gears … any advice for a budding cartoonist? Our #1 is playing goalie this year, now has a freelance, professional, nonprofit entry on her résumé.
http://touchpointmedia.uberflip.com/i/1509128-october-2023/52?
I’m guessing something along the lines of, the best way to make a small fortune is a sports cartoonist is to start with a large fortune.
As a, not is a …
(surprised that wasn’t the only typo… before I erased half of it, Siri recorded me yelling, “put it down, come back here, get off the couch! “ at the dog.
I like that ’toon, a lot. It’s miles better than anything I was drawing at 12 (or at 18, 24, 30. …).
The best advice I can give is to keep cartooning, show the stuff to anyone who’ll take a minute to look at it and give you an honest opinion (or an honest dollar), and don’t let rejection get you down. Cartooning is tougher to break into now than it was when I was a teenager, and it wasn’t any picnic then. I just got lucky — and I added to my skillset by learning how to write journalism, which led to editing, which paid the bills.
But editing was work. The cartooning was fun. Keep it fun.
Also, if your school offers art classes, take a few. It’s a lot easier to cartoon something — an ice rink, a hockey stick, a goalie’s mask — if you know how to draw them for reals. Think of it as learning the rules and then breaking them, and knowing why you’re breaking them.
Look at other cartoonists’ work to see what they’re doing, and how. Sometimes if you ask nicely they’ll tell you their secrets. The great editorial cartoonist Pat Oliphant once told me how he used Zipatone, a sticky patterned film, as an overlay to provide the shading in some of his earlier work. If memory serves he also used Duo-Shade paper, which required two developing fluids to bring out the paper’s hidden shading, one light, one dark.
I didn’t take art classes until college, when it was too late. The prof was always hollering, “O’Grady, quit trying to cartoon everything!”
Appreciate it! Not sure how to categorize her… She’s either artistic in an engineering sort away, or a hands-on, dirt under her fingernails, sawdust and motor oil on her coveralls type who likes to flaunt the normal rules.
She’s an introvert with stage fright who wants to go to Juilliard .
Mom is a graphic designer, so she’s picked up just enough Photoshop and Illustrator and Express to be dangerous. She’s been making posters for her favorite teachers, things like nameplates in different fonts and the like. For her science teacher, she wrote something out using nothing but atomic symbols from the periodic table
Can’t get her to put her dirty clothes in the dirty clothes hamper, she’ll stay up till one in the morning making something for one of our teachers
Our middle school and our future high school have pretty good art departments, both print media and theatrical. So we’ll see how this all goes
Sounds imaginative, and interested in what she’s interested in to the exclusion of most anything else, which reminds me of me. I spent a lot of time wandering around in my own head. Still do.
I can relate to the introvert, too. I would go miles out of my way to avoid something like giving a report to the class, instead submitting a cartoon, or a video of me and my friends telling jokes (that was for a folklore class at UNC). My final in a radio-production class was a show that was entirely The Firesign Theatre, from music to “news” breaks to commercials. I was always taking the scenic route to a B.
One thing I’ve come to think is important is a willingness to fail. I’ve always been reluctant to tackle something new that I wasn’t sure I could master quickly because I hated having people laughing at me for the wrong reasons. But failure is an excellent teacher.
Give ’er 40 acres and let ’er turn herself around a time or two. What a thrill to be young in a world with so many avenues for artistic expression. I bet it’s gonna be interesting.
First para: Girlfriend perpetually has missing assignments, is behind on her schoolwork.
But I popped into a couple of her classes last week, and they all the aforementioned posters prominently displayed. Extra credit stuff she does who knows when. That’s been her MO forever: can’t put her dirty clothes in the hamper, but will alphabetize the cereal and pasta boxes
Appreciate your thoughts and perspective!
The world needs people who won’t color inside the lines.
And who don’t even see the lines in the first place.