4 Daily Cartoons that describe a certain LB – PERFECTLY

More comics from the pages of yours/mine/our daily newspapers demonstrating the kind of wisdom that’s still available via an art form (“pop art form?”) that many people mistakenly refer to as dying, or at the very least, obsolete.

These particular recent examples have one thing in common. Even though I had absolutely nothing to do with their creation, each seems to present a side of myself that I’ve been trying to hide/improve for as long as I can remember.

Let’s keep these little bits of insight just between us, okay?


Lola by Todd Clark
(with a punchline that could’ve been written by – ulp – Ms. G the B)

Another Lola by Todd Clark
(with a punchline that explains why I haven’t done quite as well, business wise, as I always thought I should)

The Elderberries by Corey Pandolph, Phil Frank, & Joe Troise
(with a punchline everyone in my neighborhood greets with an “Amen!”)

Pardon My Planet by Vic Lee)
(With an all too true punchline I’ve been hiding from my readers/viewers for 60 years)


LYMI,

LB

Is ‘Deep Space Nine’ the best Star Trek series?

(image via ReviewGeek.Com)

NOTE FROM LB: Pardon me while I interrupt my originally scheduled order of posts for this week with a Special News Bulletin.

Okay, so maybe not so special (nor even a news bulletin), but still something I feel the need to immediately share. Ever since my first (and last) meeting with the producers of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (way back in the mid 1990’s) I’ve believed that DS9 is (or would be or has in fact been) the best of all the ST series.

It was a pitch meeting, naturally, and not one I particularly wanted to take because:

A. I’d never watched the show.

B. I’d long ago lost all interest in TV writing and, in fact, had retired from showbiz in general.

C. I’d recently moved from Santa Fe, NM with my new bride (known to the cognoscenti among those reading this as Gwen the Beautiful), and our new place was way out in Thousand Oaks, almost an hour’s drive from Paramount studios and who the hell wants to make a two-hour round trip to bullshit their way into doing something they don’t want to do?

But my agent (or maybe it was someone who wanted to become my agent) was so excited and insistent that I hopped into Gwen’s teeny red Hyundi (more fun to drive than the hideous green Mitsubishi SUV I had at the time), made it to the meeting almost on time–

And had one of the most thoroughly enjoyable first contacts I’ve ever had with the staff of any show, including many of my own shows.

These people were great. They smiled and complimented me on my career and sat back all chill while telling me what they were doing and the joy they felt about the approach they were taking to what I’ve always thought of as “Gene Roddenberry’s Alternate Dream Universe.” It just poured out of them, including some insider info about how they were hoping Avery Brooks’ character eventually would evolve into – oh, no, wait, they really couldn’t say because it was a big secret having to do with Gene’s favorite character archetype, you know, the one that had never before been done properly on any of the Star Trek shows.

I was so impressed about them paying homage to the late Great Bird of the Universe and tipping me off about it that not only did I too sit back all chill, I also told them how much I was enjoying meeting them – and admitted that I had absolutely nothing to try to sell them and no intention of even attempting to book passage on their rocket to star(trek)dom. We exchanged more smiles (the meeting was so chill that out and out laughter would have felt violently wrong), and then off the Teeny Red Hyundi and I went to the freeway and, eventually, home.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that I spent the next days, weeks, months, years watching DS9 and peeing in my pants with excitement at the way these lovable geniuses were fulfilling their vision. Well, sorry to disappoint, but that wasn’t the case. In truth, I had no reason to watch because I knew how unlikely it was that what had they’d already put on the air and were continuing to put on the air, would be half as fun to watch as the staff’s enthusiasm.

It wasn’t until years after DS9 have gone off the air that I finally sat down with Gwen and started watching it via reruns and, later, various streaming stations and found that lo and behold! – the show was better than I’d expected or even hoped at delivering a final season that gave viewers what I was – and still am – absolutely certain what Gene R. would have wanted and delivered had he been:

A. Alive to be comfortably ensconced on the bridge and in the command chair.

B. Wise and open enough to be even more chill than the staff I’d talked to and accept that they were, in fact, way better at doing his thing than he’d ever been and let them do the job their for all practical purposes perfect way.

Why, by the tears of the prophets, am I writing all this now? Because yesterday morning I saw an article at ReviewGeek.Com that supported what I’ve believed but never heard anyone else say. I’m delighted by the way writer Danny Chadwick doesn’t fall into what I admit is my silly fanboy turned pro turned nostalgic retiree perspective, instead using a straightforward, well thought out critic’s frame of mind in his piece, Why ‘Deep Space Nine’ is the Best ‘Star Trek’ Series.

In other words, I’ve just spent over 700 words and God knows how much of your valuable time and mine writing this introduction for:


(image via ReviewGeek.Com)

Why ‘Deep Space Nine’ is the Best ‘Star Trek’ Series
by Danny Chadwick

Since the premiere of Star Trek: The Next Generation, fans have debated which series is best. But it seems that most Trekkies can’t distinguish “my favorite” from “the best.” In honor of the 30th anniversary of Deep Space Nine, here are all the reasons why DS9 is the best of the franchise.

Warning: Opinions incoming, Captain! In explaining why I believe Deep Space Nine is the best series, I necessarily mention that I don’t enjoy some other series–probably some you like. Please remember that I’m not attacking you personally, nor am I disparaging the actors, writers, and producers of lesser Trek series. Live long and prosper.

Read it all at ReviewGeek
I mean it. READ!

 

The Wisdom of Daily Cartoons

Recently on Facebook, a terrific human being named Burt Weisberg, who happens to be my longest lasting living friend – since junior high, or was it even earlier than that, Burt?) mentioned that he’d always known I was going to be a successful writer but never thought it would be on the Hollywood side of the Biz.

Knowing of my love for comic books, Burt expected me to make my mark – or at least become a professional – as a writer for Marvel or D.C. And the fact of the matter is that I tried to push myself into the comic book world but never got very far. (I did, however, win a Shazam award back in the 1960s for best amateur short story or some such, finishing ahead of another new writer, a guy named George R.R. Martin. Whatever happened to him?)

One of the reasons I didn’t pursue the comic book business with as much energy as I should have was that I found a terrific agent who sold that winning short story and several others to The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction and introduced me to a genuine Hollywood agent, who got me a film deal and a whole lot of other film and TV work when I was a mere pisher of twenty-three.

Over the years I became way too busy writing and spending the $$$ brought in by writing to read much of anything, let alone comic books, which I greatly regretted, but now that I’ve retired I’ve found another type of panel art that often just blow me away.

I’m talking about the often overlooked/taken for granted art form known as the Daily Comic Strip. (AKA, cartoon.)

In the last couple of weeks I’ve sampled a ton of daily strips and been absolutely stunned by the unexpected wisdom I’ve found in them.

Of course, my definition is along the lines of “Aha! Something I myself feel/am dealing with/have personally experienced, etc” but let’s not go there right now.

Instead, let’s go to the strips that have recently made the biggest impression on me.

Brace yourselves:


 

The other Coast by Adrian Raeside

 

Mannequin on the Moon by Ian Boothby & Pia Guerra

 

Man Overboard by man martin

I’ll have a few more tomorrow because I know, know, know that y’all can hardly wait. And y’all now of course now why you’ve been seeing so many daily comics in this blog since it began not that long ago.

 

LYMI,

LB

Dogs at Christmas Time…

…Because everyone knows how much the interwebs love ’em:


Lola by Todd Clark via GoComics

 

The Flying McCoys by Glenn & Gary McCoy via GoComics

And my favorite:

Luann by Greg Evans via GoComics

I’ve never had a dog that didn’t eventually flash me the look on the face of the one just above.

Have a sensational Christmas Weekend, y’all. And please try to stay out of trouble.

GOCOMICS.COM awaits HERE

LYMI,

LB