Sometimes you can just see that a relationship is in trouble. From the outset.
To the one, I owe a certain apology. Or maybe I should blame McGettigan. See, acknowledging a particular stick-figure comic strip, I tried explaining to my daughter how to go about drawing cartoon figures differently. The thing with setting hard outlines and then detailing is … er … well, right, we should probably pass that one off to a design specialist to explain. But I learned to draw stillframe cartoons by tracing Wasserman and Trudeau, and the first thing I learned in doing so was to save certain outlines and borders for last.
Nor can I say how anyone else actually does it, but the whole point was to get past a certain drawing style.
Just like we all strive to get past stick figures.
So, yeah, there’s Randall Munroe. And now there’s McGettigan; with New Yorker styling to his panels and a sense of humor verging toward Kliban. And now I have to figure out some other way to explain basic cartooning to my daughter.
Then again, as tasks go, that’s one to hope for any day.
To the other, right. Relationships. Look, it’s one of those things we experience in daily life; now and again it comes up that we might witness others experiencing some sort of interpersonal crisis, and when you hear one say, “How was I supposed to know …?” the first instinct is to wonder how long one waited to ask.
What? In truth, you’d be surprised how many people need that lesson.
At least he didn’t slip peanuts into her chocolate chip cookies, you know?
(“But … but … how was I supposed to know secretly feeding you peanuts would kill you?”)
(No, really, the jokes only go downhill from there.)
McGettigan, Merp. “New Heights (#75)”. The Story Enthusiast. 5 April 2015.