Does Triple-A Tow Batmobiles?

The old timey sepia is my favorite.

The old timey sepia is my favorite.

So, Wednesday, a rotten day by any measure, my car decided to have problems shifting. After getting off of the freeway, which is great. Immediately, I feared that the transmission had gone south, which is implied by shifting issues. It may still be a transmission problem, although a battery, alternator, and electrical regulator problem were also present, and need to be dealt with. Once those are done (not so bad) we can see about the transmission.

The car…it was The Straw. The last thing, from minute to minute, that I could take. The ensuing failure of my beloved vehicle, not a mile from the mechanic, made me inconsolable. Still, even with pretty good news about it, I’m operating under a weird extra tension, and oddly fragile.

In terms of the art…again, the car is a bit too small, which seems to happen sometimes. Our hero is supposed to be leaning against it, but give the way I worked the perspective, it seems off to me. The feedback has been good, but really, I discovered just how challenging some perspective issues can be from trying this simple composition.

Also…our hero drives the Adam West Batmobile. This car should be the Adam West Batmobile. However…I couldn’t draw the Adam West Batmobile so fully in need of repair…it just seemed wrong. So, instead, I went with a 1950’s Batmobile. Artistic license.

Normally I like this treatment more.

Normally I like this treatment more.

After this auto problem, I went into school via car pool. Many different people said to me, “Oh…I pity the person that gets on your wrong side today.” This of course made me think of Mr. T, who invented Pity…and then invented Fools, so that he would have something to pity. He also had a cereal about him, and an animated series…so he is pretty reliable.

See?  This is a real thing, True Believers.

See? This is a real thing, True Believers.

Despite not being an Alien American, Mr. T still has serious beef with the ocean.  That's because he's open minded about other cultures, unless of course those cultures are under the ocean.

Despite not being an Alien American, Mr. T still has serious beef with the ocean. That’s because he’s open minded about other cultures, unless of course those cultures are under the ocean.

Whoa. Right? But enough about how great Mr. T is…we were on the subject of pitying fools. When I met with Urban Time, the cult that is going to paint the student designed mural on the wall, there were serious, serious breakdowns in competence. Things went from “we’re doing it September 30th” to “we’re doing it the week of September 30th” to “we’re doing it soon.” Although ponies teach me tolerance, and Mr. T. teaches about pity, Bruce Banner tells us that sometimes you just get mad, are generally mean spirited, and wander off.

Which is exactly what I did. I stormed off to speak to the girls who designed the mural, and tell them they won the contest. I felt that this would be a good use of time, interacting with students, instead of talking to people that expected me to derail my lesson planning so that they could do things as fast as say, an Ice Age sneaks up on you. Sloth like action.

I left the original pencils behind in the staff room.

Unaltered.

Unaltered.

The girls were pretty excited about this. Like…major screeching and so forth. Noticing that I seemed pretty agitated, they advised me to “go draw some ponies, that will help you. It helps us!” This advice was so charming, that I went back up to the meeting and did just that.

The final, pin ready version of the Pony I drew for the remainder of the meeting.

The final, pin ready version of the Pony I drew for the remainder of the meeting.

Nothing says, “@#$% you, Backlord!” like sitting back down at a meeting that you left, taking out all your art supplies, and proceeding to pencil, ink, color, scan, and image correct a pony. I strongly advise this to all of you.

I also decided that as soon as I pay the massive repair bill on the car, I’ll need a new keychain. Cropping the image gets me this, which is a done deal…

The keychain crop.  Note the cloth on a chain hobo sack on our hero's shoulder.

The keychain crop. Note the cloth on a chain hobo sack on our hero’s shoulder.

As I drew this, I also noticed that the strip is seriously deficient in hobos, drunken bums, and @#$ clowns. The number of @#$ clowns decreased massively as time at my school went on, but being where it is located, hobos and drunken bums are a constant. In fact, being near the Metro line, we are now an exporter of drunken bums and hobos to Culver City.

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