I’m finally sending out emails via the Patreon site, showing off old character sheets and oddments- just in case any Patrons like that sort of thing. The next one will be from the first syndicate submission… back when Hubris owned a dog and had his own TV show. Weird.
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Wood paneling. Mmmm. Fancy.
I’ve read that Charles Schulz felt that a cartoon must LOOK funny, and not just read funny.
Every so often I draw one that makes me chuckle. And I think maybe I wouldn’t have been a complete disappointment to Mr. Schulz.
…has a pizza box castle in it.
My kids… stop me if this sounds weird… had a huge bunch of boxes that we had bought diapers in. Kids go through a lot of diapers, and if you save all those boxes…
You can build diaper box castles with them. Big ol’ walls made of big ol’ cardboard bricks.
And then you say, “Rrrraaaaaagh” and crash through the wall.
Those were simpler days, y’all.
What book is it where the guy disassembles, cleans, and reassembles a motorcycle all in his mind as sort of a zen practice?
Trickier to do in the dining room floor for real. In your mind, the little washers don’t roll into the HVAC vents.
Every so often, you get an ‘awwww’ moment.
Sorry ’bout that.
Well, you almost didn’t get this one. My computer decided to cut up rough about what it will and won’t do this evening. It SAYS it’s a software thing, but you know these machines. They just can’t WAIT for the a.i. uprising.
Weekends are weird. I got back on my bike for the first time in a while… a real bike, as opposed to a trials bike I tried to take on a pump park and the unicycle I’ve been using to try to rebuild some stamina. Which brings me back to this morning’s bike ride. I returned to some old favorite trails, and they’d been changed. I’ve visited before all the changes were finished a while back, but today- well, the park redesign is all done, and the erosion-fighting re-arrangement of all the trails is done…
and my son now knows my old favorite trails better than I do.
Getting old sucks. But when he goes off to college and his brother starts driving himself to school… well, my bike might get some more use then.
Or, hey, decrepitude is in fashion these days, ain’t it? I could go that direction.
Anyone wanna guess what all that junk is that Hubris has laid out for Saturday?
This one’s not that old, but I like it. Deconstruction of a process.
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