It was so much fun drawing that first panel.
And as much as i feel it is a fine punchline, I’m torn between the lackadaisical comment on panel 1 or the giggle in panel 3 which make me laugh most.
I have nothing to add.
I’m in Minneapolis for:
a SciFi/Fantasy Convention
(but I’ll have Little Dee books and originals with me too)
It’s at the Bloomington Sheraton Hotel. And I’ll be on the following panels on SATURDAY (click here for details):
9:30 AM – Humor Writing
12:30 PM – Prose to Comics
When I’m not on those, you’ll find me in the Dealer’s Room:
- Thursday: 2pm – 6pm
- Friday: 10am – 6pm
- Saturday: 10am – 6pm
- Sunday: 10am – 4pm
And if you show up, you can see (and bid on) the above pin-up drawing I just did in the art show! :)
I remember as a kid being in awe of hypnosis. And I still was for a long time, but now it’s a bit more in theory. I tried going to a hypnotist several years ago to try to quit biting my nails, but I wasn’t very suggestable/receptive.
One of the details which still strikes me about this strip is the little heart breaking above Dee’s head. Ted never yells at her any more. She’s so sad!
I also like how this is a total induction for Ted into road trip parenting.
She’s one resilient kid.
Blake in the background reminds me of something that happened when I was a kid. My brother, my cousin, and I were in a canoe on a pond. We were only maybe 40 feet from the dock, and our parents and our dog were on the dock. We pulled in our oars and started laughing and yelling “we have no oars, save us, help help!,” which our parents seemed to find amusing (as an adult now — i wonder). But our dog, Wiggles, leaped from the dock and swam to the boat. In his mouth he grabbed a rope which was attached to the front of the boat and began swimming back towards shore. We all felt bad right away and put the oars in and paddled back in. What a sweet, strange, loving, guilty memory!