This one was done months ago, when you couldn't flip past a cable news channel (or that stuff the FOX Propaganda Channel tries to pass off as "News") without hearing about bloody Radical Clerics causing trouble over in the sandier part of the world. The term really got to me, hearing it over and over again. I'm all for people doing what makes them happy, but when you start harming others or restricting their freedoms in some way, you LOSE the right to get away with doing whatever it is YOU want...and you deserve to be hurt BACK. I must take this opportunity to, once again, earnestly thank the Bush Administration for putting us in direct contact with many more of these kinds of people. (Cough.)
Anyway, I think I was on a very odd kick, where I was doing one-off strips that didn't follow any plot whatsoever, and just kind of stood alone. I was also toying with commenting on current events more, but in a less topical kind of way. And, I was taking Cartoon Tony in weird, new directions, including the addition of his ability to talk to inanimate objects in a rather unrealistic manner. Often, this ability manifests itself in the form of...that's right...Talking Food (TM).
Sometimes, I wish I were on some serious, hard drugs. Because then, it might be easier for me to explain the dopey things I write. I'm not, mind you. Nor do I tend to hear food talk. My guess is that Cartoon Tony's food-talking is probably just his imagination, too.
It is funny to consider what exactly this juice hopes to accomplish through its ultimate sacrifice. It's another of those "Why is Murray the mommy?" moments.
I always did have a very overactive imagination. So, it's possible that I was looking to bring out that childish, carefree side of myself that didn't mind having a conversation with a teddy bear or cookie or shoe or imaginary cartoon character running around on my desk during school to help me pass the time through boring classes.
Man, I used to dream up little scenarios for popular (at the time) characters, then "pretend" interact with them or just allow them to play out their adventures like movies. I used to draw little dungeons/mazes/obstacle courses in my notebooks, and then take some figment of my imagination through them, all the while ignoring the yammering of the teacher at the front of the room.
In 5th grade, I finally got called-out for doodling all the time during class. It was an English teacher, who then later told me that my chronic doodling and daydreaming must not have been entirely bad...because I was still getting A's in class consistently. After that after-class encounter, I don't recall ever being hassled again for doodling.
Anyway, this strip's weird. But I liked it enough to have kept it around all this time and I'm using old material to save time while I gear up for the start of the actual, continuous storyline of Spilled Milk. Below is the original sketch I adapted into the strip you just read. Note the original format I'd intended for Spilled Milk's panels...they first one's all little and stylish (for no reason), and that black box behind everything serves as a kind of frame-type thing.
Note, the baseball bat and beaver thing. That blurred-out box above the beaver was a logo for the TV station I work for.
And, yes, I did just say "box" and "beaver." Hee.
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