Is it just me or does time seem to whiz by a lot faster the older you get? We just launched this comic a couple months ago. I remember the summer starting and it's already halfway over. At least the Mets are halfway through their misery. But as I contemplate the various vagaries of aging I think less about time and more about space.
No not the outer outer space kind of space. But space or the lack thereof. Recently, (okay not recently, 4 years ago) my wife and I sold the house because the kids were grown up and out of the house. And because the school taxes where we used to live were out of sight. We bought an apartment. The thing about houses is you can store a lot of crap you don't need and will never use. But when you downsize into an apartment, well, that's a different story. First, you buy a storage unit to store the things you don't need and will never use. You have discussions like, MAN: Do we really need to keep three sets of china? Really? WOMAN: Do we really need 4 tv's? Really.
And then there are the day to day realities of not being able to buy in bulk. Oh my gosh, we're almost out of a)toilet paper b) paper towels c)bourbon. Just kidding. About the bourbon. And where exactly do we fit the 5 pound jar of (you name it) from Costco?
Having less space makes you think about what you need and what you don't. And you don't really need that much. Except for the three tv's. And the bourbon. But the battle for space and need keeps bubbling up. Even when it comes to the comic. What stays and what goes? We only have four frames. How much stuff can you possibly squeeze into one dialogue balloon? Space and the lack thereof is bound to be new fodder for the New 60. Stay tuned.