Alright, Alright Already! Cheese – Enough with the Griping, you’d think I hadn’t posted a new page all month or something!! Oh? That’s right, I haven’t have I…
Well – Um… there’s a good reason for that… Jus’ give me a minute to think of what that might be… In the interim, let me say, that I have been workin’ on the March calendar, which with any luck should be uploaded on time March 1st…
Also, Our next page (the one after this one) should be uploaded – almost promptly – maybe – if the wind is with us – more or less on time…
Well 4 out of 5 ain’t bad… but that last one can make SUCH a difference. PR value and all. Sexist? Absolutely. Poor Bunz could make it up with cute attitude and body language but she just doesn’t know how! The Boss AI didn’t program for that. Stupid machine.
Next installment on schedule; yeah, yeah sure. Tell it to the Marines.
The Amalgamated Brotherhood of Supervillains, Nogoodniks and Associated Henchmen, Local #54, Ended? Well, maybe Poison Sumac is wilted now… but… as for the others, the Piddler maybe has a cracked jaw and concussion… the Puffin maybe blinded, hopefully just temporarily… (Unless he knew that classic old Three-Stooges defensive move)… and Frankie, maybe various broken ribs (don’t worry, he has spares)… But somehow I don’t think we’ve seen the last of this conglomeration of criminal clods and dastardly doofii…
Moxie is a cop. She has a ton of circumstantial evidence — but of what she is not sure. And countless witnesses have reported that Bunz and Katz have been all but advertising in the local papers that they intend to kill, torture and and terrorize everyone who lives on the planet. Moxie can see that they are not much of a threat. But enough weird stuff is all around them, that their bosses might well be up to no good. [Someone had to finance and design whatever transported them to town. And the Motor Vehicle Department specialist (some of whom are probably not dummies) can’t give Moxie clue one as to Bunz’s ride.]
So I figure that Moxie is doing what Columbo once did with a serial cop killer, when he too only had his instincts to go on. He, in conjunction with other cops and their families, faked the death of Mrs. Columbo, to set the trap for the murderess to attempt to kill Columbo himself. Moxie is pushing Bunz’s buttons — not out of meanness — but to get her to attack this cop lady, prior to attacking planet earth. At the end of this adventure, I would expect Moxie to offer to re-style Bunz’s hair as an apology for the bust-line or possibly (guns) remark. Ideally Moxie wants Bunz to call the mother ship for a special favor — to put a Cosmic level hit out on the lady cop. Then, at the least, Moxie has her critical evidence. That seems the plan, but not necessarily the result.
Would’ja believe, that Moxie only showed up for a moderately humorous interlude before the grim realities of being the Dark Kn… er, Temp set in for Bunz? Or perhaps it was just something to do before our Sock Pow ending to this whole story arc…
Er… as for the Plunger that Bunz is holding – that was the Puffin’s preferred instrument of crime… Why Bunz picked it up, I dunno – perhaps she was considering Bopping Moxie with it… (Which would likely be a bad move)…
Moxie is your creation Josh, much as with the good doctor Frankenstein and his own work. But there might be more going on here than just that. Recall that you suggested that Moxie seemed to have some vague awareness of a “forth wall”. And that this in turn had a bit of an effect on her. Could it not also be, generally to our unawareness, that the deeper ironies of our lives (of which we must admit that we have a few) translate to a still higher level reader of (well) our own stories?
Case in point. Moxie relates some fine surface nature qualities known of conventional heroes. Ending with of course it helps to be handsome, or in her case to have say an ample and creamy bosom — or something of the sort that Solomon once so smoothly said. Words like that were her’s. But not her actions. To the nearly totally cynical Bunz she maybe gestured at her breast. But more to the irony here, she actually finished by pointing to her heart. You the artist, maybe with your own faint awareness of a sort of “fifth wall” penned in that tiny (but maybe overwhelming) gesture.
The other neat stuff of heroes that were mentioned, wouldn’t help them a lick with “marching into Hell, for a Heavenly cause”. And that was what Moxie (and really you as well) were saying to Bunz. If Moxie is willing to even die for a good cause (despite speaking so shallowly to Bunz) — then will Bunz remain indifferent upon seeing it? The actual heroine of the story, the space chick, has a chance to grow into her own part.
I hope that the “fifth wall” people like the story as well.
For whatever it’s worth – the March calendar has been posted, featuring Spring Training for Bunny League Baseball… If you’re interesting in downloading one, just click on the Bunny…
A possibly interesting note on this illustration – or an example of screwing up anyway – When I drew the pix, Heather was sliding into base from the left… It wasn’t until the bunny’s were inked and colored (well flat fills anyway) that it dawned on me that the only way Heather might slide from the left of the image would be a pick off on 2nd… (but for a Calendar, can’t really explain that) it was easier just to reverse the images so that Heather now slides in from the right… Problem solved… er, not quite… Now Kelly had her glove on the wrong hand making her a southpaw… Not that there’s anything wrong with that – I’m left handed myself… But Kelly has never been… so I needed to redraw & ink her arms to put the glove back on her left hand… The pix here is the original version while the calendar has the revised version…
Ah… you throw with your strongest arm and catch with the other – so if you’re right handed you catch with your left hand and if you’re a lefty you catch with your right…
Got it? Right…
NO! Barracuda says I am NOT ALLOWED to go and see the cute baseball bunny pic. They are vile, distracting and will cause my work efficiency to decrease by 0.0001%!
I dislike computers. I hate bossy-pants computers that try to run my life.
Well, I figure Kelly, unless she chooses to run a line of cleat-marks up her pal’s pinstripe front elevation – is gonna land flat on top of Heather… And I gotta observe, Josh, it’s a cute detail to have high heels on them cleated baseball shoes…
Notice something interesting in the news. It is not even a certain thing that the president himself has the authority to review who had a wiretap on him. And yet 9 unknown sources relate (faithfully) all sorts of details as to what was said by whoever. Yet others swear by all that they hold honorable that “no one” ordered a wire-tap. Hmm, would “no one” be an AI rather than a president, a director, or even a judge? Do we now say, “Yes Sir, Mr. All Wise AI. As you say, so shall it be done.” If that is the case — then no one is lying.
Alright, Alright Already! Cheese – Enough with the Griping, you’d think I hadn’t posted a new page all month or something!! Oh? That’s right, I haven’t have I…
Well – Um… there’s a good reason for that… Jus’ give me a minute to think of what that might be… In the interim, let me say, that I have been workin’ on the March calendar, which with any luck should be uploaded on time March 1st…
Also, Our next page (the one after this one) should be uploaded – almost promptly – maybe – if the wind is with us – more or less on time…
Well 4 out of 5 ain’t bad… but that last one can make SUCH a difference. PR value and all. Sexist? Absolutely. Poor Bunz could make it up with cute attitude and body language but she just doesn’t know how! The Boss AI didn’t program for that. Stupid machine.
Next installment on schedule; yeah, yeah sure. Tell it to the Marines.
Moxie knows how to hit the Goons where it Hurts… Especially Bunz!
Thus endeth the Gang o’ Villains…
The Amalgamated Brotherhood of Supervillains, Nogoodniks and Associated Henchmen, Local #54, Ended? Well, maybe Poison Sumac is wilted now… but… as for the others, the Piddler maybe has a cracked jaw and concussion… the Puffin maybe blinded, hopefully just temporarily… (Unless he knew that classic old Three-Stooges defensive move)… and Frankie, maybe various broken ribs (don’t worry, he has spares)… But somehow I don’t think we’ve seen the last of this conglomeration of criminal clods and dastardly doofii…
And with LeChat bricked up that about covers the whole lot. Well, we’re done here eh? Nothing more to see here folks. Move along.
How long has she been holding that pink plunger?
What’s she gonna DO with that pink plunger? (The mind boggles.)
Moxie is a cop. She has a ton of circumstantial evidence — but of what she is not sure. And countless witnesses have reported that Bunz and Katz have been all but advertising in the local papers that they intend to kill, torture and and terrorize everyone who lives on the planet. Moxie can see that they are not much of a threat. But enough weird stuff is all around them, that their bosses might well be up to no good. [Someone had to finance and design whatever transported them to town. And the Motor Vehicle Department specialist (some of whom are probably not dummies) can’t give Moxie clue one as to Bunz’s ride.]
So I figure that Moxie is doing what Columbo once did with a serial cop killer, when he too only had his instincts to go on. He, in conjunction with other cops and their families, faked the death of Mrs. Columbo, to set the trap for the murderess to attempt to kill Columbo himself. Moxie is pushing Bunz’s buttons — not out of meanness — but to get her to attack this cop lady, prior to attacking planet earth. At the end of this adventure, I would expect Moxie to offer to re-style Bunz’s hair as an apology for the bust-line or possibly (guns) remark. Ideally Moxie wants Bunz to call the mother ship for a special favor — to put a Cosmic level hit out on the lady cop. Then, at the least, Moxie has her critical evidence. That seems the plan, but not necessarily the result.
Would’ja believe, that Moxie only showed up for a moderately humorous interlude before the grim realities of being the Dark Kn… er, Temp set in for Bunz? Or perhaps it was just something to do before our Sock Pow ending to this whole story arc…
Er… as for the Plunger that Bunz is holding – that was the Puffin’s preferred instrument of crime… Why Bunz picked it up, I dunno – perhaps she was considering Bopping Moxie with it… (Which would likely be a bad move)…
Moxie is your creation Josh, much as with the good doctor Frankenstein and his own work. But there might be more going on here than just that. Recall that you suggested that Moxie seemed to have some vague awareness of a “forth wall”. And that this in turn had a bit of an effect on her. Could it not also be, generally to our unawareness, that the deeper ironies of our lives (of which we must admit that we have a few) translate to a still higher level reader of (well) our own stories?
Case in point. Moxie relates some fine surface nature qualities known of conventional heroes. Ending with of course it helps to be handsome, or in her case to have say an ample and creamy bosom — or something of the sort that Solomon once so smoothly said. Words like that were her’s. But not her actions. To the nearly totally cynical Bunz she maybe gestured at her breast. But more to the irony here, she actually finished by pointing to her heart. You the artist, maybe with your own faint awareness of a sort of “fifth wall” penned in that tiny (but maybe overwhelming) gesture.
The other neat stuff of heroes that were mentioned, wouldn’t help them a lick with “marching into Hell, for a Heavenly cause”. And that was what Moxie (and really you as well) were saying to Bunz. If Moxie is willing to even die for a good cause (despite speaking so shallowly to Bunz) — then will Bunz remain indifferent upon seeing it? The actual heroine of the story, the space chick, has a chance to grow into her own part.
I hope that the “fifth wall” people like the story as well.
For whatever it’s worth – the March calendar has been posted, featuring Spring Training for Bunny League Baseball… If you’re interesting in downloading one, just click on the Bunny…
A possibly interesting note on this illustration – or an example of screwing up anyway – When I drew the pix, Heather was sliding into base from the left… It wasn’t until the bunny’s were inked and colored (well flat fills anyway) that it dawned on me that the only way Heather might slide from the left of the image would be a pick off on 2nd… (but for a Calendar, can’t really explain that) it was easier just to reverse the images so that Heather now slides in from the right… Problem solved… er, not quite… Now Kelly had her glove on the wrong hand making her a southpaw… Not that there’s anything wrong with that – I’m left handed myself… But Kelly has never been… so I needed to redraw & ink her arms to put the glove back on her left hand… The pix here is the original version while the calendar has the revised version…
Now wasn’t that fascinating?
So she catches left and hits right, then.
Ah… you throw with your strongest arm and catch with the other – so if you’re right handed you catch with your left hand and if you’re a lefty you catch with your right…
Got it? Right…
NO! Barracuda says I am NOT ALLOWED to go and see the cute baseball bunny pic. They are vile, distracting and will cause my work efficiency to decrease by 0.0001%!
I dislike computers. I hate bossy-pants computers that try to run my life.
And that’s WHY the call him “Surly”…
I figure Heather’s going to be in under the tag.
Well, I figure Kelly, unless she chooses to run a line of cleat-marks up her pal’s pinstripe front elevation – is gonna land flat on top of Heather… And I gotta observe, Josh, it’s a cute detail to have high heels on them cleated baseball shoes…
Notice something interesting in the news. It is not even a certain thing that the president himself has the authority to review who had a wiretap on him. And yet 9 unknown sources relate (faithfully) all sorts of details as to what was said by whoever. Yet others swear by all that they hold honorable that “no one” ordered a wire-tap. Hmm, would “no one” be an AI rather than a president, a director, or even a judge? Do we now say, “Yes Sir, Mr. All Wise AI. As you say, so shall it be done.” If that is the case — then no one is lying.
On Monday the 6th – The Bunny Ball Spring Training Calendar was Updated!
If you click on the Bunny Pix above, she’ll now take you to the new improved, not quite stronger than dirt, but slightly better calendar…
Oooooh but Noooo!!! Barracuda still says I’m……….
The rant by B the S has been terminated by the AI as being redundant.
Didn’t see any real difference in the two. Clue please?