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I’m off in a few hours to the National Cartoonists Society’s annual convention. They hold this thing in a different city each year and mostly just hang around each other at a hotel or resort for three days. They also have seminars you can go to –– one professional cartoonist or another will talk for an hour about his or her career –– then there’s a black tie awards dinner on Saturday night during which they give out The Reuben Award for “outstanding 
cartoonist of the year,” and dozens of category awards.
It’s a fun weekend but damn, what a drag it is trying to double up on work to clear four days of your schedule. All the syndicated guys, like me, for whom there is no break in work until you retire or die (often on the same day), show up with circles under our eyes, shaking from the copious amount of coffee (or toothache drops) used to keep us awake to finish our deadlines in time to get to the convention.
I actually haven’t been to one of these for a few years so I’m looking forward to seeing my buddies again. I’d post pictures and wild stories from the convention on my blog, but to be honest, it’s not very wild and the pictures would mostly be of middle-aged white men in polo shirts. But rest assured, if anything funny does happen, I’ll report it to you, dear Jazz Pickles.
I won’t likely be posting any more cartoons on this blog until early next week, so it might be wise to plan some activities to keep you busy until then and have a support system ready to get you through the rough times. If you find that the withdrawal is too much and you just can’t make it, call me on my personal cell phone number: 800-672-3888
REMINDER: I’m doing more comedy shows these days and if you want to be on the list to be notified by email whenever I’m going to be in your area, go to Facebook.com/bizarrocomics and hit that main “like” button near the top, at the right, under the yellow banner. That way, you’ll get an email when I post something on there.
Until next week, smooches to you and yours.
Love to ya! Have a great time, what lovely city are you going to be visiting? Thanks for your hilarity. It surely makes life go smoother. See you next week.
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“my personal cell phone number: 800-672-3888″ Thank goodness for Google, so I didn’t have to actually call this number to find out it is the National Rifle Association! Whatawiseguy. “All the syndicated guys … show up with circles under our eyes…”. This implies non-syndicated cartoonists show up too. What about cartoonist wannabes? How about cartoonist groupies tossing their room keys at you?
You have be a member of the NCS or the guest of a member to attend. There are members from all areas of cartooning; freelance, syndicated, TV and film animation, web comics, book illustrators, advertising, etc.
Best of luck Uncle Brazz Pickle! Or shud I say break a leg? Hmmm… The jazz we pickles have to go thru y’know. :)
I think “Uncle Jazz Pickle” should be the official address for our pickle jar creator! Or even “Great Uncle Jazz Pickle”?
Surely the great cartoon master will be pickled tink! What do you say, Dan?
Hmmm. “Uncle” always seems so old to me.
Young Uncle Jazz Pickle!
… The Great Pickler? Or even better: “Oh, Great Pickler”? “Oh Briny One”? All of these would work to show our undying devotion and adulation of you, Our Fermented Father. (Voila! Instant Cult! Easy.)
Love, especially the beer/lamp one :0)
Looking forward to hear about all the fun you had at the NCS convention!
It was fun, wasn’t it?
Okay. back to work.
It’s time to go see the Dogter.