Okay Sparky, here’s the deal.
I realize not only is the post late, but it’s simple. We have our reasons. The first is that for the last month or so one or more of us has been out of commission and not always the same one.
Much of this is my fault, but we’ll skip that because well, I’m writing the blog.
We recently attended ESG in Vegas, all three of us. That was last weekend and believe me, it was interesting in so many ways.
A few weeks before THAT, Wyla and I went camping together in Zion National Park. Being from Texas I had no idea when we were preparing for the trip that I should check the elevation above sea level this park hangs out at. To make a long story short, it was a LITTLE bit cooler than either Wyla or I had prepared for. To explain the comic: on our trip to Bryce we went even higher, and I had taken two pair of socks because the boots I was wearing pretty much require them on longer hikes. I hadn’t had time to put the second pair on before we left because well, the cold had made us a bit reluctant to get out of our sleeping bags.
When I saw Wyla blowing into her cupped hands to keep them warm… my first response was NOT, “Gee I should give her this extra pair of socks I’ve been wearing like little redneck mittens to keep my hands warm.”
It was somewhere around my third thought, but by then she had already decided that my being an insensitive prick deserved a memorial.
There may be a few more of these little bit comics coming in here in the next few weeks by way of apology for falling behind and because this was NOT the only amusing moment to be had during our trips. I may also upload a parody we did while in Vegas of the little porn cards those of you who have been out on the strip are so familiar with. (They’re pushed on you regardless of whether or not your girl/boy/other is on your arm, thus opening up the potential for a shattering of domestic tranquility at virtually every intersection from MGM to the Venetian.)
I may have to consult with Wyla and DT on that, because due to the nature of the material it parodies, it is a bit racy. We shall see!
Well at least you got to the thought of giving her the redneck mittens. Even if it was extremely late in doing so.
aww man…when was ESG, cause i was in Vegas 2 weeks ago for my brother’s bachelor party…idiot wanted to do a Hangover style weekend there… >.<
i *was* promised i could lock someone on the roof of the hotel…and it didn't happen…
And they say that chivalry is dead… I enjoy these occasional breaks to hear about the team’s little misadventures, they always make me chuckle.
I like the art style in this comic- it’s really quite charming.
None the less, sounds like y’all had a lot of fun. But another reason for me never to leave TX, don’t have to worry about unexpected climate changes.
Look forward to the next comic and keep up the great work.
Yay! More Texas artists!
Glad to hear things are getting back to somewhat normal-ish.
Well… yes and no. I, Cebelius, am from Texas. DT is from Cali, and Wyla is from England. ;p
Cool anyway, though.
That sounds like what happened to me on recent trip as well it got slightly colder then we thought it would and i prepared for the worse just as you did with the extra socks me and my wife do some camping and hiking around Alaska{ in the summer time} where from the east coast, new england so were used to weather changing,but my wife didn’t pack somethings that she didnt think she would need… needless to say i payed for it… let just say she put her hands where no one would unless your gf,wife, lover would.. did i say it was extremely cold that week?? no.. well let just say i will now be doing the thinking for both of us on what to pack… so i dont deal with some very ice cold paws of the arctic… and no i will not tell where i will leave that for you figure out where she put her paws..
*laughing* I can imagine. I spent three years stationed at Elmendorf. I’m quite familiar with just how cold it can get up that way.
hehe, i swear, if i didn’t love my wife i would loped off those arctic paws in the morning…
Back when I was in A School after Boot Camp in the navy, we would have what was called “snow watch” as we were in Great Lakes, IL. Mainly to make sure there was always someone to shovel snow in case it did come down, which was likely. A brilliant idea struck upon me one day as we were shoveling snow; wear my sweats beneath my uniform. Wonderful theory in though. In practice, superiors start questioning why your pants are so lumpy and much needed mobility is quite lost.