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Thursday, March 10, 2011

The Pinewood Derby Gag

Not to hype this up too much but in my cartooning career, I've been published in three of the four Church magazines (I'm still trying to figure out how to get the Ensign to publish a Where's Waldo type scene in the front or back cover of one of it's issues); I've had four books of mine published that have sold dozens of copies(!); and I've got this blog where handful of my closest internet friends (that's you!) check out my work twice a week and somehow manage not to post mean things. And then there is today's comic--the fruition of almost a decade's worth of effort. Yep, I'm pretty excited! Here it is...

Why the New Era published this gag while rejecting my other pinewood derby gags, I suspect, is because this comic found humor in the event from a different angle than the trite "dad made son's car." That or this comic had more mustaches than any other I've ever drawn.

At any rate, please leave your letters of congratulations in the comment section below.

9 comments:

  1. Arie, Congratulations on getting a Pinewood Derby comic published.

    What is the next Mr. Everest of comic gags that you will try to conquer?

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  2. Congrats big brother! I do love those mustaches. How very Tom Selleck of you.

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  3. Haha! How much to put that on our Pinewood derby invitations?

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  4. Because I like you, Mormon Hermit Mom, I'll give it to you free.

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  5. I especially like the guy with the manly goatee. Congratulations on getting this one published! :)

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  6. I've never been prouder to be a Van De Graaff. You deserve this big brother.

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  7. Joel, never been prouder to be a Van De Graaff? What about after all those dance recitals you got to watch your big sis perform in?

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  8. Congratulations - You are amazing! I especially love the changes you have made to your Blog Title and Bio...but are they permanent?

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  9. I know I'm a little behind to respond, but growing up it was my mom at the kitchen table with my brother whittling, sanding, and drilling holes to weight the car with graphite and then putty over. My brother painted the car, but if any specialty detail, he would coax my mom to help him. And he was proud to admit that it was Mom that helped him when he won the race. Mom was his pit crew!

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