See that ‘Share’ bug over there on the right hand side of the screen? That’s the latest angle on adding people to Team Hubris. If you use social media, roll over that ‘share’ and click on your preferred method of spreading the word about Hubris. You could even go to the first cartoon, share THAT, and get your buddies started on their own Hubris adventure. It’s much appreciated on my end, and hopefully a good read on their end. Thanks, guys! You, as ever, Rock!
For those of us in the States, Happy 4th, the Holiday. For those of us not in the States, Happy 4th or 5th or whatever date it is where you are, which is not a holiday.
And anyone setting off rockets- Use as much care as you’re capable of. My wife used to work in the Burn Unit of a local hospital. I’d like to share with you what a LOT of people used to say when they’d wake in the hospital covered with burns:
“But… I’d done it a hundred times before.”
So my first kayaking helmet was a Pro-Tec thing made out of plastic. It was white, and I drew all over it, as is my wont.
The attractiveness of my paddling skills and my helmet were of the same caliber. By which I mean, the helmet was not a thing to admire and nobody would ever look at me and think, “Guy like that needs a better looking helmet.”
But I kept at it, and eventually quit wearing my giant overstuffed lifejacket (PFD, at the time) and this overly goony looking helmet. I got a svelte PFD and a cool fiberglass helmet.
Then, I took a look at my old helmet, which I could not bear to throw away for any number of reasons, and decided, “This COULD be goonier looking.”
You ever see one of those goth kids that can’t quite pull off the look, so they decide to go sort of Goth-Absurd? That look that says, “Yeah, you wanna make fun of me? I made it so easy that you won’t bother.”
That’s what I did to my old helmet. Got a sheet of closed-cell foam, made me a shark fin, and had the whole thing painted by a buddy who works in enamels.
The problem with doing this is that the helmet becomes a funny thing to look at, but you can hardly ever find a time or place to wear it. I found it in my kids’ closet the other day. It’s a little worse for wear, but I have no idea who’s been wearing it, or what’s been wearing on it.
I need to think of a good place for this thing. Or a good place to wear it.