The artist needed a break today because he put so much time, sweat and energy into Cartoonists Northwest’s Toonie Awards this year. We had it in the banquet hall of the Yankee Grill and it was the biggest turnout they may have ever had. Much of the thanks for that goes to Scott, who contacted all kinds of old members so they could join us in celebrating the 25th year of the club and the 15th year of their awards banquet. Our guest speaker, Peter Bagge, was nothing like I expected. I heard a lot about him in college and being familiar with his work, I was expecting someone grungy and bitter. He’s nothing like that, he’s actually a clean-cut, friendly family man who knows Roberta Gregory, another big name who’s nothing like her manic heroine. We hosted both of them at our table and I hope they had a good time.To let Scott rest, that’s my sketch above, with me in my actual dress. Sarah K, the roommate referred to in the strip, was huge fan of Roberta and Peter and really would have given anything to meet them. She is a terrific person I’ve unfortunately lost track of, and I owe most of my comics knowledge to her broad range of interests.
My mother is really addicted to figure skating. Not in that fair-weather way that some people are, when they glue themselves to the television during the Olympics then forget about it for the rest of the year. No, she watches all year long. She’s a championships watcher, somebody that follows the skaters from start to finish and has a long memory for the history of who gave what performance where. By extension, I know an unusual amount of information about figure skating and it’s weird cousin, ice dancing, and even snapped a shot of the wax figures of Torvill and Dean for my mother at Madame Tussauds in London. So of course I’ve been watching skating on the Olympics this year. I know everyone is very excited about Sasha Cohen right now, but I always seem to be rooting for one of her rivals. Last time around it was Sarah Hughes, but this time I’ve got fingers crossed for Irina Slutskaya. This is her third Olympics, she’s skating better than ever and then there’s that odd thing, she looks a lot like me. It’s kind of uncanny. I would like to see my figure skating doppelganger get the gold this time around, especially since their skating career is usually over by her age (she’s three years younger than I am). If you missed them, the short programs were terrific last night, and I like this new rule allowing the women to wear pants.
I’m back from one of the most productive business trips I’ve ever been on. It was so productive that my supervisor gave me and the go-getter that I supervise a day off to enjoy the parks. Jason had never been to Disney World before so we spent the day at the Magic Kingdom, and that completely dissolved all of his worries that Disney is for kids. He got the biggest kick of all out of the first ride we hit, the Philharmagic 3-D show, so we saw it twice. Between all of the fast-passing we managed to get on just about everything we wanted to see. This was also my very first time getting escorted from a broken ride. Our boat got stuck at the edge of a waterfall in the Pirates of the Caribbean; castmembers came out to examine it, the lights went on, and eventually they led us all off through the back way and gave us complimentary fast-passes. We did get to complete it later in the day. It was an odd afternoon of a lot of things breaking down among other curiousities like watching our Jungle Cruise guide forget to look where he was going and slam our boat into the one ahead of us. Having been a castmember for awhile myself I knew where the fun things to do at night were, so after dinner at Spoodles I tried out the Blue Zoo at the Dolphin, karaoke at the Swan and a brief stopover in Jellyrolls at the Boardwalk. I’m glad to see Scott was able to keep things rolling while I was gone and its great to be home again. I missed the artist and it looks like his schedule went haywire without me here to keep the routine.