You know that blog post I made awhile ago about identification with one’s characters and whatnot?
Well, t’other day, a Digger went up where the local healer asks her weight, and she replies “Two-twenty.” I figured that was a pretty good weight for an anthropomorphic wombat–her height looks to be somewhere around four-to-four-and-a-half feet tall, she’s got immense muscle mass compared to a human, seemed a fair size.
Speculation in the comments today was that the reason I picked this number is because *I* weigh 220, and Digger is my metaphor for myself.
One person, who ain’t gettin’ their comment approved, went so far as to link to a photo of me at my top weight (which was never anywhere near 220, but with the usual camera-adding-pounds problem looks plausible as such.) It’s not a good photo. No good photos of me exist, for that matter.
In case anybody’s wondering, I’m 5’7″, I weigh a little under 170 (possibly less, I keep losing weight) and Digger is not my metaphor for myself.
Sheesh. I bet this doesn’t happen to male cartoonists.