By the time yesterday’s tromp around Artscape took me past the comic strip that unfurled itself along the glass block outside of Penn Station, my brain was fried both from the heat outside, and, as it turns out, an ascending fever. I wanted to contribute my own four panels, but I was blank. So, I walked on by, thinking about my journals from high school and college. The back twenty pages or so of all of them contained jokes, poems, and lots of comics and doodles, despite my astounding lack of artistic ability. (My favorite still is a three panel comic of Anti Ringo Starr missiles that I drew when I was sixteen. Also, Bar Mitzvah In A Can.)
This evening I figured out what I would have contributed to the Penn Station comic. Although it is too late for that, I doodled it out anyway. Click the image below for a larger version, in authentic scribbly notebook format!
Teehee. The last panel reminds me of a horoscope I saw in The Onion many years ago:
“Your love is a burning love, one whose tremendous depth and strength is not to be denied. Too bad it’s a love of pancakes.”
Mmmmm… pancakes.