Introducing Mister Googly Eyes! Candace’s sock puppet first appeared in a cartoon I drew years ago, in which she unsuccessfully tried to entertain her cynical boss. The puppet has made a few returns since, and I have decided to turn him into a recurring character, such as he is. In Mister G.’s first Sunday comic appearance, he comes across as somewhat of a flirty pest who ends up with a T.V. remote crammed in his mouth!
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Just like Candace, I get a lot of laughs from watching Laurel & Hardy, although I do not wear a bowler hat. I’d like to further explore this theme of Candace’s love of black-and-white comedy shorts. If I knew anything about animation, I might even create a short spoof on silent film comedy starring the two roomies (and Fido)!
Friday, June 23, 2017
While Candace can attack housework and yardwork with great zeal, she seems to have trouble getting motivated to do things that actually bring in money. Thanks to her setting the bar so low, she now has quite a bit of leverage when asking the boss for a favor, which really doesn’t seem right.
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Personally, I think Candace might need to get her eyes checked. Wearing goggles can help you see crystal clear underwater (in a swimming pool), and I have no explanation as to how she mistook the legs of a child for those of her adult roomie! Swimming really seems to bring out the worst in Candace, and it looks like she’s about to answer to a less-than-happy mom! Illustrating someone jumping up out of the water is tricky for me, but I think I did all right in the third panel. Coloring the first half of this cartoon was a breeze!
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Bad dreams are a funny thing. They’re all really a matter of perspective. To me, dreaming of falling out of a plane with a malfunctioning parachute would easily qualify as a nightmare, but for Candace it was more of a wardrobe error. For a time, my childhood was somewhat plagued by nightmares that, looking back on, are quite silly. But people tend to be much more skeptical when they grow up, and the irrational phobias that once filled me with a primal terror just make me chuckle now. Oddly enough, however, my arachnophobia, which isn’t disabling, is worse now than it was when I was a boy! Go figure.