Sunday, December 12, 2010

"Light Therapy"

Boy what a difference a little time and temperature can make for an attitude adjustment - in this case with this particular panel. I actually drew it almost a year ago last January, and submitted it to the paper, but wound up voluntarily pulled it from the cue, as there was just something a little too morbid, if not graphically grim about it - especially considering the demographic tastes of the New-Miner. So to my surprise after opening up the paper when tanking up on eggnog lattes at the cafe, there it was. Ha ha - and yeah, I laugh at myself all the time, which does look kinda weird out in public (the cats just ignore it). 
Why just yesterday I was studying the box of cat litter while in the checkout line at the supermarket, pondering the marketing genius behind the big, bold letters stating it "Destroys Odors INSTANTLY." The bagger probably thought I was nuts for pointing out how simply awesome it is to be able to buy anything that instantly destroys something, obviously a childhood trauma after not getting my ray gun for Xmas. And by the way, no, two cats in a one-room cabin will instantly destroy the atmosphere nomatter what you do.

Tell ya what though, after yet another "day" (all 3 hours and 55 minutes of it) at thirty-below zero, and packing and trying to navigate the ice-fog in town, not to put too fine a point on it, the shit gets old, and good ol' gallows humor sets in as a psychological coping mechanism. Ha ha. Now back to drawing under the full-spectrum lamps... 

“It was so cold we had to chop up the piano for firewood - but we only got two chords.” 


  1. I'm still adjusting to the fact that you're leaving, Jamie. Will you be back? More importantly, will your cartoons still run in the DNM?

    Darn! I'll miss our conversations on the fly at Lulu's!

  2. Looking at the sad state of affairs in the strewn wreckage about the cabin I'd say I'm not adjusting either! But given that everything's going into storage it's a safe bet I'll be back in a couplefew years at the most.
    And the 'toons shall continue (the moose might get smaller from the influence), plus I hope to establish a hoof-hold on the East coast in some papers over there too. Like a massive cold-front funny system sweeping down from the arctic?