Journals
Putting your thoughts on paper is a tricky business… for obvious reasons. In Ryan’s case, he not only has his personal journals where he collects his thoughts, but he also has his secret novel where Randie is his main character. Those have to go to Emily’s!
That’s rather unfair of Randie, wanting to pry into his personal stuff. Even best friends have secrets from one another…
Brig: I loved that condiments table! 🙂
Oh, and everyone: I’m 40 today. You may now all buy me cake (carrot cake for preference :P)
Happy Birthday, Astragali!!! You made it to Forty-dom! How do you like it so far? Hope you have a kick-toosh birthday! Love the Squid Gang!
Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, in my family always went through my stuff and read/destroyed my journals, resulting in my lifetime paranoia. To this day I’m sure all the stuff I’ve left at the old family home has been read through, inspected, catalogued and will be available on-line as an unofficial “autobiography” about all of my past embarrassments.
…but anyway, great strip. “Squid Row” is a great strip.
Dada… my condolences. If anybody read thru my sketchbooks, I’d have to move to France. What’s in my sketchbooks, stays in my sketchbooks. For a happy person, I have/had some sad/dark thoughts. Who, doesn’t really? There’s a balance… stuff has to go somewhere… so it goes on paper in a book that stays on a shelf… and I am able to be happy. I am sad that your family doesn’t grant you the privacy. In a way, your family’s inspections will make an interesting blurb in your future-best-selling tell all auto-biography!
… and thanks for the hat-tip.
Astrigali,
Happy Birthday!
Brig,
I do appreciate the need for privacy. My interests are mainly on original art and the evolution of characters and personality. I’m glad that you allowed me some insight into the making of your strip and past work during my visit. What happened in Salinas, stays in Salinas.
Astra,
Happy Birthday, dude. I’d sing you the birthday song, except that it’s been famously copyrighted and I’d have the royalty payment police after me. OK, I’m off and away from home, down in Monterey (brig, we still should do lunch before the rainstorms arrive) and I’m fairly cerain that folks at the library here would object to a sudden burst of song too, especially if I’d be, uh, singing it. sssh, happy birthday.
Dada,
I vaguely recall some movie hype asking, “Are you still paranoid when they really are out to get you?” Hey, you lived through it and they were probably just trying to connect with you secretly when in reality they had no hope of doing so. You’re the bigger person, congrats.
Aw! Now how is Ryan supposed to finish his novel?
Happy birthday, Astragali! And about journals, you’d never find a journal in my room. Privacy is not a thing that we have in my house, so I have little hiding spots all over the the place, and nobody ever finds them. That how I solve all my privacy problems- if it’s a room, lock the door as soon as you get in. if it’s an object, hide it.
I’m picturing a sketchbook with a HUGE lock and chains around it… Scap’s diary… There’s a cartoon idea/storyline for ya, Dada!
Leia… I’m picturing your bedroom door… with about 50 locks on it. Hee hee.
Chase… ooo… keep reading.
Joe… it’s all cool. Not all my sketchbooks are filled with the writing of the extreme depths of my soul. Just a few. That’s the funny thing about sketchbooks. Some are light and fluffy and others are “HOLY *&@$&… burn this right away!!!” I didn’t mind your curiousness.