The right song can give a magic to a moment that can resonate for years to come. I certainly can’t think of that first trip across the country without thinking about ACDC’s Hell’s Bells. Over the years, I’ve listened to many songs that have been forever linked to moments in my life. This is just one of many examples.
I feel like this tale is a tale shared by many in the Columbus comics scene. To wrap up our week of thanks, we’d like to give thanks to Jeff Smith. To put it simply, he’s done so much for comics, self-publishing, and Columbus. I personally don’t know where I’d be without his work and influence.
Thanks for everything, Jeff!
This week, Derek and I have decided to do a week of thanks and I decided to start it off with a bang and thank Gib at the Laughing Ogre. The Laughing Ogre holds a very special place in my heart, not only did I spend every Wednesday of my youth there receiving my comics education, but it was also the first comic shop to ever carry one of my books. I still remember going in one Wednesday and seeing my self-published comic on the new comic shelf in between some Marvel books, it was amazing! And it would have never been possible without the kindness of Gib. I feel like many people in our local scene have a similar tale. Gib and the Ogre have helped make Columbus the comic city it is. My only hope is that this comic can in some small way show you how grateful we are for all that you’ve done for us.
Thanks for everything, Gib!
Honestly, I made this comic in an attempt to get it out of my system and hopefully to forget this stupid moment from middle school. I also used it as a time to do some experimenting with drawing style and color, which was fun. I’ve actually been having a lot of fun lately using these comics to experiment.
Anyway, now this asinine moment is your memory too… suckers!
We ate them raw, straight from the can and by the end of lunch managed to go through three giant cans, if memory serves me correct. It’s not something I’d recommend or, for that matter, ever want to do again but, it did bring smiles and laughter to a lot of kids. That alone was worth only eating sweat peas for a lunch.
The worst part of this incident was that we were at an amusement park. So my friend had to walk around for the rest of the day with the knowledge that there were probably remnants of seagull poo drying on his back. Yes, he washed it off but I don’t know that there are enough paper towels in the world to make me feel clean after a seagull bombing. I’m pretty confident it would take a couple of showers before I felt clean again.
That was the first and last time I attempted to participate in a school’s sports team. To this day I’m not sure how he ever thought yelling at pre-teens from a van would ever make them care about their team, let alone want to run faster. I suppose these things should be expected when your history teacher is also your track coach. Oh well.
I have come to appreciate running, it does have many benefits. I’ve even gotten to a point where I can sometimes even enjoy it… sometimes.
I have so many fond memories from my childhood dealing with the Ninja Turtles and it goes without saying that without them I would be a completely different person than I am today. They opened my imagination in a way that only art can. I am forever indebted to Eastman and Laird for their amazing creations.
Cowabunga!
All in all, it was a surreal experience.
After staring each other for a moment, I pulled into a nearby parking lot and opened my back door. Fortunately the pigeon didn’t start freaking out until I had parked. The pigeon flew out of my car and I never saw him again. I did have a bump on the side of my head for a few days afterwards from where the pigeons beak slammed into me.
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