You're On My Mind, For $1,000
It has not escaped me that I have a somewhat profuse forehead. Or rather, a fivehead. The “high forehead” was thought to be much attractive in the 15th through 16th centuries, when wealthy gentleladies plucked their way to highbrowed beauty. Admirers took note of the greater brainpan and refined intelligence. (“My, my. Look at thee fo’ead on that one. Hubba hubba.”) Alas, today we no longer live in the Middle Ages, those pox-filled days of easy beauty. Those of us left behind, showing proof of high intelligence as we do, need to make do. So.... One day, a dame with a dome has a bright idea: Advertising Revenue. Then an even better, more refined idea: But a genius idea needs geniuses to buy into it. That’s where you come in. For example, say you’re an overpaid advertising executive. You’re gearing up to promote a dentist, electronics giant, and/or hemorrhoid creme. Or household goods and Sea-Monkeys. I don’t need to explain to you the power of the visual medium. So, without further ado.
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I hope you didn't forget to bring back some duty-free Lucky Charms™!
On the style: Yesterday I set myself the task of doing 10 cartoons. (From 3 sketchbooks of ideas.) I worked lean and mean to get just 3 done; and that only happened because I used my mechanical-pen quick-sketch style, with no penciling in first. (And on this one, forgetting to label the weights and put in jumprope-swish lines.) By day's end I only had one colored in. I figure the only way I'm going to get going on this cartooning thing is to pump it out and improve as I go along. As Cathy Guisewite says, "Accckkkkkk!"
And thanks, it's good to be back.