Doggy Lamp Highway Creep

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I’m off in a few hours to the National Cartoonists Society’s annual convention. They hold this thing in a different city each year and mostly just hang around each other at a hotel or resort for three days. They also have seminars you can go to –– one professional cartoonist or another will talk for an hour about his or her career –– then there’s a black tie awards dinner on Saturday night during which they give out The Reuben Award for “outstanding cartoonist of the year,” and dozens of category awards.

It’s a fun weekend but damn, what a drag it is trying to double up on work to clear four days of your schedule. All the syndicated guys, like me, for whom there is no break in work until you retire or die (often on the same day), show up with circles under our eyes, shaking from the copious amount of coffee (or toothache drops) used to keep us awake to finish our deadlines in time to get to the convention.

I actually haven’t been to one of these for a few years so I’m looking forward to seeing my buddies again. I’d post pictures and wild stories from the convention on my blog, but to be honest, it’s not very wild and the pictures would mostly be of middle-aged white men in polo shirts. But rest assured, if anything funny does happen, I’ll report it to you, dear Jazz Pickles.

I won’t likely be posting any more cartoons on this blog until early next week, so it might be wise to plan some activities to keep you busy until then and have a support system ready to get you through the rough times. If you find that the withdrawal is too much and you just can’t make it, call me on my personal cell phone number: 800-672-3888

 

 

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Until next week, smooches to you and yours.