As I sat at my desk today performing menial, mind-numbing tasks in order to help a colleague, my various trains of thoughts, all loaded with many cars of twisted, ephemeral cargo, skipped the tracks, as if a drunken, heavily unionized switchman on his last day of work before vacation and with a large dose of cold medication in him were at the switching controls.
And it’s apt that I mention cold medication as I have been suffering (not loudly enough it seems) from a sinus infection that only now, after what would seem like a few hundred decongestant pills and other kinds of sprays and vats of chicken soup that have been popped into my body on a pretty regular basis, seems to be getting a little better. But only a little. I still need reasons to complain.
As for those thoughts skipping off in different directions, I managed just long enough to string together enough of them to do this cartoon, on a topic that cried out to be covered by the sharpest mind, the keenest wit, the most vicious humor this side of the western hemisphere. Unfortunately, he’s on vacation and the rest of the staff were fired due to “right-sizing” and “rationalization” so I was left with the job of cartooning this sucker. How it got from Wall St. protests to dim sum I am really not sure.
It really did distract me from my ever more decrepit house that requires untold amounts of stabilization and repair (think Champlain Bridge, but far worse workmanship). If I could convince you people to buy a t-shirt, or better yet, when I get around to it, the e-book I plan on creating of this comic, I would have just enough to finance those repairs. Or buy the repairmen a beer. You have been warned — an e-book is coming of the Stanko & Tibor saga.
So keep reading this comedic/operatic saga that will stand the test of time, unless my PC dies before then. Highly likely.
Be well, and don’t forget to speak with pride when you mention my comic to your shrink and/or parole officer.
-Giovanni di Prosciutto
2 thoughts on “Occupy Dim Sum”
i’m steamed and stirred, by your commentary. I won’t noodle you any more, and glad you could rice to the occasion. Onward, chop chop! 🙂