Sigh. I’m afraid I’ve lost my Inktober mojo. Some of that is the uninspiring prompts (I got nothing for “angular” and “swollen”). Most of it is my inability to stay focused. Not giving up yet, but there’ll be a lot of gap days.
This one’s pretty obscure. According to my baby book (which my mom was quite diligent in maintaining), when I was very little (like, just-starting-to-talk little) I mistook Heublein Tower in Simsbury (near my home town of Canton) for a…baby bottle. Easy mistake, right? They probably still get that a lot up on Talcott Mountain. Anyway, I apparently got very excited whenever I saw it and chanted “bottle! bottle!” Even if Marts hadn’t dutifully noted this in my baby book, I’d still know it because this is a part of family lore. I’ve heard “bottle! bottle!” from my siblings all my life.
As an aside, as a little kid I apparently was also able to triangulate on Heublein Tower and use it to determine where we were going. So I had that working for me.
Anyway, this whole bit of nonsense is the first thing I thought of when I saw “bottle” as a prompt. It’s probably a good thing none of my family knows I have this blog.
In 2011 I resolved to draw a cartoon every week. The resolution didn’t last very deep into the year—hopefully I’ll do better this time around. One of the cartoons I DID complete is this one.
Perhaps my greatest regret is that Maia and Mom never got to meet: they would have adored each other. This drawing was my attempt to open a window into an alternate present where I could close that unhappy gap.
Hard to believe I drew this six years ago. Maia would be 6 in this picture (I still remember the flowery fleece she’s wearing here), and it would have been Marts’s 79th birthday.
Today would have been Marts’s 85th birthday, which doesn’t seem as old as it once did.
Like so many others my age, I had the Wacky Packages monkey on my back something fierce back in the 70s.
When Topps resurrected Wacky Packages a few years ago, I was compelled to buy a few packs. But I was disappointed with the gags and the art. I’m not quite sure why—it’s certainly not an issue of my sense of humor becoming any more refined. I think it’s just that none of the parodies seemed very clever. I remember my mom loving the old Wackies, so much so that she would often refer to products by their Wackified names (Log Cave In syrup is one I remember her using a lot). None of these new ones seemed like they’d have been Marty-worthy.
Anyway, I recently dug out my old collection, and it got me to thinking about all the ideas early-70s Jon had for new Wackies. I think you can see where this is heading.
OK, so this may not be especially clever. Fair enough. I came up with this particular idea a few years ago, while cat sitting for friends. I actually did a mock-up of this design and slapped it on the Pop Tarts box in their cabinet. My idea had been to replace several other products in their house (the only other one I remember was Adam Ant’s in Your Pants for the game Ants in the Pants), but it was too much work.
This is one of three Wacky-esque sketches I dashed off a couple of days ago. I used a computer art program to color it, which was not easy. I don’t think Topps ever came up with a Wacky for Pop Tarts. Seems like it would have been pretty low-hanging fruit.