Sunday, February 19, 2023

Taking Stock, Self Flagellation & Soupy Sales

 February 19, 2023

   Sometimes it's rewarding to look back on my progress, and sometimes it is just painful and, frankly, pure torture.

Daily Whip Out: "Barbed Boze"

   I have always fancied myself as a modern Mark Twain, but I'm afraid I actually landed somewhere to the south of a regional Soupy Sales. And, that's being generous because Soupy was a huge deal in his day.

   On the scratchboard front, I can be a little more confident, even cocky, because of scenes like this one.

Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:
"Vincent van Gunfighter II"

   Very Vicente-ish with a Triple B twist if I do say so myself. Meanwhile, I've got some decent passages going in this cantina scene.

Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:
"Bellies Up to The Bar"

   And, when it comes to frontier whores, I have a knack for their convoluted visages.

Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:
"Hogtown Hussies #8"

   Finally, about that obscure reference at the top.

   His real name was Milton Supman and he was born on Jan. 28, 1926, in the North Carolina backwater of Franklinton. The Supmans were the only Jews in town. Sales’ father ran a dry goods store that sold sheets to the Ku Klux Klan. The family name was often mispronounced as “Soupman.” To make matters worse, his parents, who had nicknamed his brothers “Hambone” and “Chickenbone,” dubbed him “Soupbone.” Eventually, Milton became just Soupy. He estimated that he was hit by more than 25,000 pies in his lifetime.

  • "One of my younger fans made the mistake of heaving a frozen pie at me before it defrosted. It caught me in the neck and I dropped like a pile of bricks."
  • —Soupy Sales

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