“All Your Bass Are Belong to Us!”
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:
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…!