“All Your Bass Are Belong to Us!”
"All your bass" was going to be the punchline of a very similar page. However, when the GATE coordinator provided "rebel bass"...it all came together. Like an A-Team plan.
So, exploring a room on campus that I’ve never been in before, I discovered an ancient, unused, unaccounted for Upright Bass. Or more properly, a Double Bass. Within 24 hours, I returned for it, and brought it up to the Seventh Grade Teachers Room, where we also have a microwave, a ping pong table, and a flying shark.
Everyone loves the Bass. It brings class to the table. The GATE Coordinator and I can kind of play it, him being an excellent musician, and me being an incompetent violinist. All the teachers just like to idly pluck it while we are meeting, providing a groovy improvisational bass line to the procedings.
Pledge LA wants me to give a speech about team building soon. How is that going to go? “Well, forget all the fancy icebreaker activities, and go get yourself an upright bass.” I really don’t think that they get that the whole reason the Seventh Grade has become a cohesive unit is that we do things together, as friends. Typical Suit Mentality.
Anyway, when I grabbed the bass, I knew I’d have to do a page on it. However, then the GATE coordinator sent me this:
Not hard to see where the GATE coordinator got the punchline. He got it from pure awesomeness.
The choice was obvious for a punchline, and I knew I had to include the actual Rebel Bass in image form. Incidentally, in the artwork, the pilot is intended to be the GATE Coordinator, who has previously appeared, here, here, and here. The helmet made it hard to really get across his features.
In a related note…I am now on the same kind of schedule as a real comic artist. I have a page in the hopper, and had best get some drawing done. Will this make me more tolerant of guys like Hitch and Neary, who never deliver on time? No.
Why not? This is a vanity project, not my day job. Much as I like those guys, and Frank Quietly, it would be nice to see them finish things when they are supposed to. It’s a lot like me also wanting teachers to come to classes and meetings on time. It’s part of what you’re paid for, capeesh?
Until the next thrilling post…!
I found a treasure in a store room too (which I helped clean out last week, in anticipation of the arrival of the inspectors – considering it was periodic assessment time, no one was really into being coached). I found a LUCYGRAF!!!! It still works – kinda – the bellows and the light still work, but the pulleys for enlarging and reducing images are stiff. I am in the process of finding someone to help me fix it up. Everyone thinks I’m mad for not wanting to throw it out, but I love it, probably because it exudes obsolescence, and not it spite of that. It looked so forlorn, with a broken globe stuffed into it, and covered with cobwebs. Now it has a home. I like cleaning out old closets. C.
I don’t get it. Where’s the fish?