Morty Comix # 2404 was drawn on a notepad given to me as an incentive to subscribe to the magazine
Golf Digest, which is very strange since I have never played golf and have no desire to learn. In fact, the whole world of sports strikes me as incredibly and expensively absurd, but I recognize I am very much in the minority view here in America and realize millions find joy and meaning in this activity. This is a major part of the human experience most people find very important but has somehow escaped me. I just don't get it. But I'm OK with being a freak in this regard.
Sports have appeared in my comix. In my book
Dog of Dawn Dog of Dusk I highlighted the historical sport of Dog Butting, introduced to me by my friend Bob Richart, who was featured in an altered way as a character in the story. Also in
State of Beings # 5 I proposed my new baseball team, the Stationary Pus-Filled Pancakes.
Sarah introduced me to
Robin Williams' great take on golf a few years ago. The fact I have a healthy dose of Scottish blood made me laugh even harder.
Page 2-3 of this
Morty Comix came from two leftover old post-its I had from
Morty Comix # 2394, which were affixed to an outside door almost two weeks ago and were, incredibly, still there when I drove by today even though the weather here has been rainy and windy!
Anyway, since someone in my town has seen fit to take down anything I put up on the Post Office community bulletin board,
rip it into shreds and throw it away, I decided to tuck this
Morty Comix behind the bulletin board. I know who the perpetrator is and I highly doubt she follows this blog, so I think this one will survive her strange and unvoiced hostility to my work.
McCleary is kind of a weird place. I tried to capture the culture in my
Bezango WA 985 series. We enable our many local eccentrics and that adds to the surrealism.