Oh brother. Looks like they’ve got themselves a plan. Of course, Eleanor has a few plans of her own. We’ll find out more soon enough.
And now you’ve seen where Nelson works! KGKG Radio! Puttin’ the tracks to the wax with the platters that matter! Your Kinda Groovy for Kids ‘n Grownups radio station!
Edison has some work to do too.
Don’cha dare touch that dial!
Did I mention that I used to be a disc jockey? Many years ago in Michigan and Oregon and Washington. It was a blast.
UPDATE: I’m sorry, but there won’t be a comic today. I had a lot to do the last couple of days, and I got the first 4 panels pencilled before I realized that it just wasn’t going to work. Since I have to start all over from scratch, the next comic will be on Monday. Thanks for your patience.
I was a student DJ for a bit in college and did a little work at a “real” station. A few years ago I had to explain what an LP was to my youngest son who’d discovered our few remaining records. You don’t see those reel-to-reels very often either.
It took me a second to figure out what Stephanie and Edison were up to. Thought that was a jug of shine for a bit.
LPs are still pretty popular out here in the Pacific Northwest. I have a couple of audiobooks on cassette at my bookstore, and occasionally we have to open one and explain what it is to a young person.
Jug of shine? For shame! Edison said she was cutting back a little.
Rather than show Larry on the phone again, I wanted to show Edison teaching Stephanie how to do chores.
I did college radio and nightclub DJing! I loved it too. You should post an inspiration playlist somewhere Charlie!
“Inspiration playlist?” My dear, I draw inspiration from life, from nature, from the very warp and woof of existence!
Seriously, though, I use lots of rock ‘n roll (older stuff) and classical music. When I sit down to write, I almost always put the soundtrack to King Kong (the original, of course) on. I can’t write with regular music. All those words distract me.
I hear that, and there is nothing wrong with a good instrumental. For some reason, I can totally picture you drawing the The Ventures and The Chantays.
I’m seeing some kind of salamander, of the dark variety. A monkey, sans dog, snake and human. And a bitter, bitter rabbit. What did I miss?
Well, the woman wearing the mudpuppy shirt is supposed to look like Betty Cooper. There’s another one, and you can see its antenna poking up behind Nelson’s word balloon in the second panel. If you want to see who (or what) it was supposed to be, you see it here.
Ah, I see her now. I just wasn’t expecting her outside of a flashback.
There are few problems with the plan:
1. Eleanor would be drunk.
2. Eleanor would be really drunk.
3. Eleanor would be really, really drunk.
4. Eleanor would be really, really, (you get the idea) really blind stinking drunk.
5. She would have to be very, very, very, (did I say very) careless.
6. She is not.
other than that the plan could still blow up.
I know, I know bad pun.
BUT, I liked it.
Ah, but Eleanor’s not the one who drinks (so heavily). Plus, Edison’s not going to be a large part of the plan (so far). It’s Larry and Stephanie who’re working on the discombobulationotron.
Eleanor would have to be careless, which she is not, so, there may be some modifications in the future.
I just realized that I should have added the word HAVE to lines 1 thru four.
Sorry, my bad. Hey, it was kinda/sorta late and I was sleepy.
Ah, that makes a whole lot more sense now. Yes, yes she would.
Dang, now I’m feeling nostalgic about the radio shows I listened to, until the station owners realized they could save money buy just playing Top 40 “classic” rock. It was a great station, only played music on the weekend and it was unusual alternative stuff new and old, with the occasional less-heard tracks of famous bands. Now there’s five stations in my area that play classic rock. I guess there’s stuff online but the DJs were part of the fun. Oh well — movin’ forward.
Movin’ forward, yes. Reluctantly.
We had a college radio station that would have a different program every four hours, depending on who was hosting. You never knew what music you’d hear, and it was always interesting.