Today The Dismissal turns thirty. It’s time for it to reassess its life, realise it’s got a liver and start getting home at a decent time to watch The Bill. It’s nice that the Labor Party have guaranteed the Senate can’t block supply by giving The Libs control of both houses, but this is not a long term strategy. There are so many other things to be pissed off about these days.
I spent the day being Official Cartoonist for a Chief Customer Officer conference organised by a group of chaps at LimeBridge. And what does a Chief Customer Officer do when it’s at work? Surprisingly interesting things, as a matter of fact. I’ll be drawing up some cartoons about the crazy things they do over the next week for their calendar.
It’s nice to get out of the studio and see what people with real jobs get up to sometimes. Rich corporate types should consider me available for similar occasions, though I’m more along the lines of searing and hilarious insight into the human condition rather than on the spot caricature cos I’m way too slow.
I would like to also point out that I am blogging from the Manly ferry with my new iBurst modem. I am a cartoonist on the outer blood cell of an arterial spurt from the bleeding edge of technology.
I dragged myself along to the Australian Cartoonists’ Association annual Stanley Awards on the weekend. Fortunately there are no photographs, but it turned out a bit like this:
However, my main topic of conversation is David Pope, winner of the Stanley Award for World’s Tallest Cartoonist, who casually mocked this blog (“mogged” to the hep crowd) for its sporadic entrifying by myself. I am a very busy man, but JUST FOR MISTER TALLBUM POPE WHO CLEARLY HAS NOTHING BETTER TO DO, I will attempt to be more forthcoming in the future.