I kicked off 2004 with a story about dirt. Because why not?
Loretta wants to understand the differences between the soft beachy sands of South Jersey and the hard piedmont clay they have up North. Fortuitously, Georgia's family is headed to North Jersey to visit relatives, so Loretta enlists her help in bringing back a jar of Northern dirt. Georgia's stealth dirt-gathering abilities are second to none, son.
Answer: South Jersey is a flat coastal plain, hence the fluffy white sand. Living in South Jersey all my life, I just took it for granted that our light-colored sandy substrate was the predominant soil type throughout the state. The more you know ...
Anyway, sick day ahoy. These were my favorite days as a kid. I have fond memories of several debilitating illnesses.
This grody horror flick would later appear in Inhuman Relations, in a slightly altered form. Sorry for the plug.
Actually, I'm not sorry. Go read Inhuman Relations.
Georgia + Homework = Easy entertainment. These strips practically wrote themselves. I should be so lucky nowadays.
Why soccer? I don't know. I didn't play it. I didn't know anybody who played it. I don't think my school even had a soccer team. I guess the sport seemed kind of preppy, so I used it. Drawing that ball was a pain. But I digress.
After high school, I fantasized about making a living on the open road. Among those fantasies was delivering mail in desolate rural areas. Unfortunately, I didn't have what it takes to jam things into boxes, so I became a laborer instead. But that's a comic for another day.
Maureen's obsession with rural mail carriership lasted for years. You wouldn't think it would be a source of material for a comic strip ... but I guess that explains why I only have maybe 30 people reading my comics.
Another strip that wrote itself. This was my idea of sports strategy when I was a kid.
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