I don’t know how this started. Honest.
So, if you are new here (thank you for visiting, free to look around), you may not know that I work at a middle school. Part of the responsibilities that I have involve working with students at lunch. We have three lunch periods (I’ve mentioned this before). I help out in two of those periods. Well, one day, a cartoon happened.
The student drew me.
They had drawn me with wild crazy hair. It looked like my head had exploded. Great…
Okay, fine. So, I rebuttaled with my own cartoon. About my hair—because of the aforementioned cartoon. Next thing I know, it’s now an almost daily publication. At first, the student was just doing it to make us laugh. Then, a friend saw it and wanted to see more. Then I was kinda sharing it, and that person wanted to see more. There are now a handful of students that want this to be a thing. Like a book or something like that.
The title is undecided. The student thinks it should be one thing. I am leaning more toward other ideas. Still, with the few options that have been discussed, I am like one in particular more and more. It has multiple levels of meaning and still remains open to interpretation of silliness. The one I like most, so far: I Know a Guy.
In this comic strip, I have some odd adventures and almost every time there is a little girl that steps into frame and says, “I know a guy…” Who is this child?!? Who does she know and how does she know them?!! The whole premise is ridiculous for so many reasons and on so many levels. I secretly love it. You gotta laugh at yourself. You have to. With every new story, I pretend to overreact to why I am so picked on. This just fuels the student to want to make fun of me even more. It is one of the reasons I love doing what I do. Children are the best.
And so, here are the first few issues of The Comicstrip Currently Without a Name or, I Know a Guy. (with some explanations)
My hair is parted down the middle. I’ve had this haircut for decades. The cartoons are on 3″x5″ cards and each issue is set side-by-side. So, Issue #1, then Issue #2, and so on. The yellow sticky-note is my response to the first one by the student. I don’t know why they gave me an afro.
In Issue #3 I apparently have giant feet and require assistance. Then, in Issue #4, it’s my neck. I am at the receiving end of some bad events. Seriously.
For you Sponge Bob fans you can almost hear the voice when you read “A while later…”
There is more in the works. There is a small following. We’ll see how long this lasts. As more arrive, I’ll publish the latest editions.
To be continued…