If you want to make sure folks go where you want them, you either reward them for doing what you’re asking, or punish them for not doing what you’re asking.
In other words, you order half a truckload of good stuff, and half a truckload of lousy stuff. Then say, “Go get ’em!”
I’ve met a few people like Chase. They’re enthusiastic, but seem to learn the form of things, not the meaning of things.
You might call that ‘oblivious’ or ‘awkward’ or ‘sociopathic’… Y’know. If you’re lookin’.
There’s a conversation that happens in the second panel. Two family members can, if not know what the other would say, assume that they’re saying the opposite of each other anyhow.
The argument isn’t going to change either one’s mind. It’s just so that one of them (Each assuming they’re the one) will get to say, “I TOLD YOU SO” later on.
Odd. I think I may have used this concept in an earlier cartoon. Or two.
Or forty.
Everybody has a style.
and everybody has a skill level.
and everybody hopes for good luck.
That’s kinda the thing about sports, isn’t it? You watch the same thing over and over again and see what the outcome is each time, varying with style, skill and luck.
Fun!
I like events in the Fest to be fairly self-explanatory. But if you (or me, in this case) try to go through the event and see how it would actually happen… well, you come up with RULES.
Not GOOD rules, as a rule, but rules that prevent the game from being, y’know… unwinnable, unloseable, unworkable, stupid, or whatever.
Then you realize that if you imagine the game to its conclusion ad absurdum, well, the rules could be done away with if the PARTICIPANTS bothered to think the whole event through and figured out that you can’t just leap at a wooden board and try to shove a bazooka into a hole in the board in order to guarantee yourself a few points. If you DO try it, chances are that someone else is going to have to take your second throw.
There’s no actual reason that the judges for an event have to like one another, is there? No, so long as they’re impartial. That’s the important thing. They can’t have anything for or against the competitors.
Even if they’re kicking the other judges shins under the table.
I wonder about the body language of Vaudeville acts. I bet there were subtleties that didn’t play well in larger venues. There were probably little cues and tells that the performers themselves were hardly able to control, seen only by those in the front rows who were willing to watch for them.
Having said that, who spotted Clem Twang (who I’m more willing to call “Mark” when he’s in conjunction with this other Mark character) easing up closer to Mark Troll in the last panel?
Oooooh, you guys are such tough competitors with your tough talk and tough attitudes.
We’ll see how you feel after a few landings… and after things get fun with the potato guns, right?
Remember when you were a school kid? And there was that one squidgey kid whose big sister would protect him from the rotten kids? And then you realized one day that she wasn’t treating her little brother any better than the bullies, it’s just that she’s family and the kid was used to it from her anyhow. Heck, it was probably her that taught him to eat bugs if you offered him pocket change.
There was a point to that story, but I’ve forgotten what it was.
I have yet to show anyone cutting Pete any slack.
What do you think? Should I find someone who’ll cut him some slack?
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