I guess it’s my turn to make an appearance here on the new ZITS blog. I’m really loo — hello? Test… test… (tap! tap!) is this thing on? I’m Jerry Scott and the writing half of the ZITS team. We writers are the interior offensive linemen of the comic strip world.
Thick, lumpen brutes whose presence is necessary to the game, but whose efforts are hardly the stuff of highlight films. No, that spot is reserved for the dainty-footed and photogenic artists who bob and duck behind our hulking ideas and clever dialogue, eventually scampering untouched into the end zone. As our artist brothers dance and pirouette for the adoring crowds, we trudge back to the sidelines to re-tape our grainy joints and begin typing all over again.
You'll be seeing some Zits reruns in a few weeks which allow Jerry and me a couple of weeks of not-particularly-hard-earned vacation each summer. Jerry generally uses his having various body parts surgically reorganized, but I like to travel. This year my wife and I went with a group from the Cincinnati Zoo to Tanzania to see the wildebeest migration in the Serengeti.
Wildebeest shmildebeest, fast forward to our arrival home after 32 hours of airplanes to a quick nap and a seven-hour drive the next morning to take our youngest child off to college. Highlight of the trip – besides, of course, seeing our son happily ensconced in a nurturing college environment "nurturing college environment" [see wildebeest migration…] was breakfast in Corbin, Kentucky at the original Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Yes, this was the spot where Harlan Sanders first set up a small motel and figured he needed to feed the people on their way to the Best Buy down the street. I've always had a soft spot in my otherwise-corroded heart for the Colonel and was pleased to express my devotion in the fabled redneck Mecca.