People react similarly to me when I say I’m getting new skate shoes ’cause my old ones are worn out.
I feel like it makes perfect sense, and they’re lookin’ like maybe I should be on different meds or something.
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Remember when you were a kid?
Okay, me neither.
Remember when they told you about when you were a kid, and there was that one boy in the neighborhood spotted riding a girl’s bike, only he had a broomstick tied into the frame with baling wire, so it’d look like a boys’ bike? And the bike was pinky purple with flowers on it, so nobody believed it was a boys’ bike anyhow, and the kid got really mad that no one would just say it was a boys’ bike?
Yeah… I don’t remember anyone telling me that story, but that story has always just sorta… been there. People that didn’t grow up in my neighborhood or even in my town nod and chuckle and remember that story. It must have played out similarly, like, everywhere or something.
Sorry for the delay today! Oops. May bad.
Is everyone who wants to be a Hubris Patron already one? If not, I’ll send you fun things (there are new, brightly colored stickers) if you’ll support Hubris in a real financial sense. Couple bucks a month is what it means to you. Getting to finish this storyline in about 2020, instead of letting it falter sooner, is what it means to me. (I read webcomics, too. I hate it when the ones I like falter)
So, if you’re willing to pony up a buck or three, please click on the Patreon button over there on the left, and see if there are some goodies you’d like. Or click the “You & Hubris” button for a one-time kickback. Drop enough coin and you can feel free to ask me to mail you stickers, hats, a book, or the original art from a comic you like here. Let’s face it, YOU guys are the ones those things are FOR, after all.
I don’t know if any of you ever saw the cartoon Bill Watterson (Calvin & Hobbes) did of Berke Breathed (Bloom County) featuring Berke kicking his cartoon characters around telling them to “get to work” because he’s got a speedboat to pay for… But I’m the Junior Kid Scout version of that, hoping Hubris will make a buck so I can have quarters for the car wash.
I’m getting to the age where I don’t know how many people are going to get my references.
I said something about G.I. Joe with the Kung-Fu Grip to a surgeon the other day.
He was too young to remember not only that G.I. Joe got Kung-Fu hands, but was actually too young to remember anything but the silly little not-really-G.I.Joes of the Saturday morning cartoon show. I suppose I should be grateful that he knew what a Saturday morning cartoon show is.
That being said… all of you recall Starsky and Hutch, right? And not just the Ben Stiller/Owen Wilson movie?
Sometimes, it’s tough to get motivated.
Sometimes, it’s not.
Okay, so if you saw this cartoon in, say, Swedish… and you don’t speak Swedish, what would you think it’d be about?
Squint until you can’t read it, only see the pictures. Or walk way back from the computer ’til the words are too small to read.
I like these kinds of cartoons. The action is mildly entertaining, and yet has nothing particular to do with what’s being said.
It’s like a flashback to the Skippy cartoons of the 1930s when Skippy and his li’l pal would be flying down the hill on their cobbled together wagon and you knew there was a crash coming but that’s not what Skippy was talking about. Those were great, weren’t they?
You’ve got to learn to be laid back if you’re using teenagers to disguise your bunker from Pentagon Black Ops recon.
Happy Friday the 13th, y’all.
You learn something new every day, whether you want to or not.
Wild caught cod, pan fried in a small amount of olive oil with thyme and lemon pepper. Mateo’s salsa. Corn tortillas warmed to preference.
That’s all ya need. Fish tacos. Mmmmm. Breakfast of champions.
