It’s traditional, at this time, to publish my end of year list. But as a) it’s more than thirty items long, b) I’m currently lying in a chalet in Fremantle, a long way from my computer, and c) I’m typing this on my phone, that one’s going to have to wait.
Instead, let me end this year of neck-deep shite with a list of goals for my first year back in Perth for almost half a decade. To whit:
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Mythology: great for life lessons, boring your kids, and cartoons. Plus, you know, thinking about the sheer physical how of the thing….. (shudders)……
“Leda, honey, is there something you think you aught to tell me?”
if my maths is correct — and if it isn’t, I’ll just draw another one when the time is right — I don’t have quite enough thumbnails left to run this feature through to next Christmas. After 200+ thumbnails covering the extent of my occasionally semi-serious, several-times-aborted, never-good-enough-to-really-consider-it attempts at fashioning something in the cartooning realm, I’m going to run out of thumbnails sometime in the coming year, and that will be that. Thanks for reading, and all that.
However, I still have four Christmas-themed cartoons left on my list, so rather than do anything clever with them, I’m just going to shove them all up here at once and wish you, from the point of view of this feature anyway, a final merry Christmas all at once.
May your stocking be full and your egg particularly noggy.
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And he never taught at that school again…
The goodbyes have been said. The class parties have taken place. The keys have been handed back. The other goodbyes have been said. And I have five minutes to scratch myself and let you know that, for the last month or so, we’ve been gearing up to leave Karratha and return to Perth.
It’s been building for a while.
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The random number generator has absolutely nailed it again. Today, on the last day of the school year, when any number of my senior school students are out there, dressed in itchy shirts, trying not to scratch where the razor has taken the heads off the pimples on their necks (okay, my year twelves left at the end of last term, and my elevens four weeks ago, but you know what I mean!) it throws up this delightful little reminder of just how stupid and irritating job interviews can be. (Smiles at the memory of asking the last interviewer who asked me this one, “How long have you been in the position?”. I didn’t get the job…).
Five years. Way to know nothing about the employment market for the last twenty years, dude.
“Where do I see myself in five years? What is that, some kind of sick joke?”
Whadda you know? A cartoon the describes my entire nearly-thirty year working career.
Kinda wish the scan hadn’t cut off his name, though. Now we’ll never know what it was. Jeremy, probably. Something like Jeremy.
“(Jeremy. It was probably Jeremy.) feels that if he can’t run away to join them in the flesh, the least he can do is to do it in spirit.”
I remember exactly when I drew this. It would be to the surprise of nobody to learn that it was when I was working for the Department of Staff Bullying at the City or Rockingham, and that I was at a management meeting regards some art and culture stuff I should have been left alone to do but, well… we all know how it ended. So, a little double-meta going on, here: a comment on some of those community artist types* that I worked with, and a pretty decent dollop of self-knowledge about mine own abilities in any artistic direction. Except for the expression on the dog’s face.
For some reason I’m always satisfied with the expressions I manage to get on dog’s faces…
(*There are two types of community artist types: those who love art, practice art, develop art, and whether they pursue it as a hobby or something more, respect and love the process. And those who think wearing dungarees and tying things into their hair means they’ve done all the hard work. Guess which type ended up running the arts groups I was dealing with at the time…)
“I just paint what I see.”
My good friend and fellow author Chuck McKenzie has started a reading series on Youtube! A Touch of the Terrors features Chuck, in full Donald-Sinden-Meets-Elvira mode (don’t think visually) reading his favourite Australian horror stories, complete with cuddly bedtime ambience and nightmarish chest hair.
He recently took on Luscious’ brilliant 2007 story The Memory of Breathing, and now he’s turned his attention to my Aurealis Award-winning short Pater Familias.
Go, watch, listen, enjoy!