Ah Adam, welcome back to the strip. He’s always good for some good Rabid Lamb Comic fodder. We all know he’s the REAL star of Rabid Lamb. Tell me any of you have been able to forget about “dancing adam”…I thought not. 
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Given the chance to draw a cute little baby, instead I drew a woman about to puke with morning sickness. What is wrong with me you ask? I have no idea.
I think part of my need to go this way was that I was sure many people would draw cute babies, but few would come up with this image, and thus, my rampant need to be a black sheep rears its ugly head again. Regardless, I like this image despite its dark streak. I’m dark and I guess so is my perspective…what’s a girl to do?
And so ends the sequential strip. A bit anti-climatic, like everything with me, I had slightly different intentions throughout the strip, but this is where we ended up based on time (and skill).
Since the sequential strip worked out well though and nobody hated it, I may bring it back. I have an idea for another strip that will take two days I think, so maybe we’ll try the “short sequential strip” next. Thanks for hanging in there.
I still need I.D. and a business card to get to work because my street is blocked off and filled with like 40 cops. This is of course just a minor hassle, but the whole 40 cops thing is frustrating, every time I see them they are literally standing around doing nothing. So I end up feeling A) those are my tax dollars at work? and B) I don’t like having 40 cops just standing around doing nothing as it looks scary and intimidating. While all they seem to want to do is chat at each other and glare at passersby, they all have guns and clubs and shit…it’s a pretty uncomfortable feeling.
Also, much like my feeling about airport security, I don’t really believe the street is any safer just because I get carded before coming in. Delivery drivers and even the occasional food delivery guy has been able to make it into our office (and I’m sure others) so that tells me that they are letting plenty of people through with less hassle than they are giving me. People who want to do something wrong, or just want access and are motivated…are not timid, so really, the cops and barricade are only keeping out the most timid of people who would probably never try to get access for the wrong reasons anyway. Security is a sham. I wonder if the cops even buy it.
Hate to get all serious and introspective, but this ongoing story definitely had a serious side to it.
So, uh, anyone got any good jokes?
Hello all. Hope you had a great weekend. I’m on a real roll with crappy weekends over here, so I’m hoping to break that next weekend, but there’s a whole five days of hellish work before I can even give that a try.
Let me talk for one second about parades. What the F? Who the F goes to parades in this day and age. I can see where a parade was once an exciting thing…but now? In 2008?! What the F is the draw?
Perhaps you can tell I had a nasty run-in with a parade on Sunday.
On my way to writing group I grabbed a cab since I was running late and in what should have been a simple 10 minute (and eight dollar) cab ride across town, everything was shut down because there was a stupid f’ing parade starting and all of 5th Avenue was closed from the mid-50’s all the way to the upper 80’s. For those of you not familiar with New York, I live on the Upper East Side and Central park is in my ‘hood. There are only a few streets that cross the park, in the 60’s, 80’s, and 90’s. Because of where I live, I usually cross over at 86th Street, but since everything was closed, my cabbie ended up having to take me down to 45th Street and then up and around the park, costing me more than 20 bucks and making me almost 40 minutes late for my meeting.
All because some stupid morons wanted to walk around in the hot sun in a line and other morons wanted to stand in the hot sun and watch those morons walk around in a line. It made me hate everything. Sunshine, People, Love, and Happiness. What a way to end the weekend. I guess one man’s happiness parade is my personal hell.
Sidenote: I have no issue with whatever the parades might be about (in this case I think it was an Israeli Parade) but it could be a parade for Atheist Feminisit Comic Book Enthusiast Women Writer’s of America and I still would hate the people particpating with the heat of a thousand suns.
Somehow this whole bit seemed funnier in my head than how it came out. Sigh. Isn’t that always the case? Anyway, we are drawing to a close on the sequential strip, maybe Monday and Tuesday to close things out…we’ll see. I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, I’ve been a little frustrated that the comments have been kind of less for this arc, but feedback has been positive, so maybe we’ll do one again sometime soon.
As for the real world, anyone on here who knows where I work in Manhattan (very few of you I’m sure) – I did not die in this crane collapse on 91st Street and First Avenue (the exact street I work on and about half a block away from my office building). It’s making work kind of impossible and I’m the only one in the office (and they’ve closed the street since I got through this morning so I may be the only one here all day), but all my people, and it appears all our sister office’s people are accounted for, so we’re all quite lucky actually.
What a start to the weekend.
I really wish I’d been able to take more time with today’s strip. I would have loved to show her (me?) reducing in size etc., with more drama and over a longer period of time…it would have been much more interesting/funny/powerful, alas, no time… 
Here’s my submission for Illustration Friday: Worry. I liked this one, even though I hate warts (who doesn’t really?) But he’s all surly and sarcastic, which almost makes me like him.
As Paul pointed out in the comments section yesterday, at least you can all say you’ve learned how to hail and negotiate with a livery cab driver in New York (though I caved perhaps too easily, after a long day twenty bucks seemed reasonable to escape Madison Avenue for the comforts of home).
We’ve got a few more days of sequential work coming…I expect to finish up this particular storyline on Monday or Tuesday. What do you think? Do you like the continuing storyline…or not so much?
Good times!
For the non-New Yorker’s out there – in panel three “balloon Kelly” is trying to hail a cab and is approached by a ‘livery cab’. These are legitimate cabs (well mostly) but they don’t have a meter, so you need to negotiate a price before you get in. Also, to give you some perspective, the metered cab ride that I took from my neighborhood to this event (in heavier traffic headed downtown than I would get headed uptown) cost about twelve bucks, and I gave him fifteen bucks, so even with a good tip, that trip shouldn’t be more than fifteen dollars. Livery cabs generally cost a little more, but not double.
Hope everyone had a great holiday weekend. Mine blew. What a shock. Onto the next, right?