2019-04-13 – RSD, bitches!

(2019-04-13) record store day
EVERY day is Record Store Day!

The plan had not been to draw a cartoon for Record Store Day. In fact, I’d been thinking about a record shopping–themed drawing for a long time. This one was fully sketched, with a little inking already done, when I realized that today was Record Store Day. So I used that as motivation to finish. So, yay!

This one was fun to draw, especially the albums—got to put the Tombows to the test. Matching colors was harder than I expected, largely because I have a Crayola 8-pack sense of color. Yeah, the visible records magically changed from frame to frame. Sue me.

It was important to me to get the likenesses of the enabler characters, and I’m reasonably pleased with how they came out (at least in frame 3).

 

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2012-02-15 – “unh enh-enh”

2012-02-12-new-frosty-frog
Weekend at Pastor Bob’s

This week marks the twentieth anniversary of my first visit to Koinonia, a Lutheran retreat center, former camp, and frozen deer carcass burial ground in Highland Lake, New York. It’s a tradition that dear friends of ours have followed for years and years, and it’s a tradition that I am touched, flattered, and honored to have been invited to share.

It’s also a tradition with which I have something of a love-hate relationship.

I love it because I love the people we go with, I love the peacefulness and closeness to nature of the setting, and I love how much Maia (and the other next-generation kids) looks forward to and enjoys the weekend. Those are powerful forces. And they need to be, because pretty much everything else falls…elsewhere…on the love-hate relationship-o-meter.

Well, I’m being a bit unfair here. Within the tradition of Koinonia weekend, there are many, many “subtraditions”—subditions, if you will—that are fun and funny and comforting and all the rest of it. Things like rocket launches; games of Balderdash, WhooNu, and Taboo (which hasn’t been played since Eric and I used our telepathic link to lap the field many times over)(for me, one of the goals of these games is to come up with answers that get Rafi to snarf whatever he’s drinking); gorging on cookies; making hourly treks to the local grocery store (Peck’s); and on and on.

But there is one Koinonia subdition that stands alone in importance and majesty. Well, importance. OK, maybe just longevity. I think it would be a violation of something or other if I explained any details of this rite. Suffice to say, it’s called Frosty Frog. It doesn’t look exactly like what’s depicted here, but it’s close enough.