Hey, Scott Keener here, still squatting on Jim’s site. So, I’ve posted a new cartoon, below, more recent this time, with a different title, mostly because I got tired of explaining to people that the name “Bumbops” didn’t haven’t any meaning, really, and that I had just made it up out of the blue. It certainly didn’t have anything to do with bopping anybody in the bum, like some people (cough…Cam) kept saying. Although I guess everything has a sexual meaning if you dig hard enough. Freud and all. But I meant it to have no meaning, which is harder than having some obscure significance. Everybody’s always looking for the hidden meaning in everything.

So I made this cartoon about getting these tattoos and that part happened. But the part about them being dedicated to motor oil and auto parts I made up. Same thing with the punchline with the clam diggers, naturally. The unsettling thing about the dream was that it really did seem like something that I would do. I had that sinking, gawdawful feeling that I had gone and done something really stupid again, and now the next days, weeks, months, years would be dedicated to living with this new, hard reality.

Yeah, I’ve gotten tattoos that later on I’ve realized are kind of stupid. But mostly the regret comes from the things that I’ve done or didn’t do to other people, the stuff I said or didn’t say. When I’m saying goodnight to my son Mack on FaceTime instead of being in the same room with him, when his mom passes me off to Mack without a single word, its like a tattoo I can’t have removed, an embarrassing and hurt-filled stain that I carry around with me all the time. The people who know me see it. I see it. Maybe everybody can.