That’s the problem with going it alone. You can’t.
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It’d be nice to have the sort of quiet spirt that you’d be able to feel things coming.
Me? I got stories and noise in my head all the time. Can’t feel nothin’ coming except indigestion after eating junk for lunch.
Might be the junk food, come to think of it. Hard to have a quiet spirit when you got a grumbling gut.
TV shows have to worry about being entertaining, not about what’s going on in the world. It’s why those shows are called ‘Bigfoot Hunter’ instead of ‘Bigfoot’. Those hunters make for GREAT TV, and Bigfoot… well, he’s shy. Shy don’t fly on the TV.
Lee sent this. I think he uses it to get around a warehouse.
It looks like a total hip and calf workout to me.
I could mess up so many joints and muscles with one of these…
I’ve thought about making rubber stamps to take to the comics conventions- for a buck, you could get a quick rubber-stamp tattoo of whatever I had a stamp made for. Like, in this case, a bicycle. Maybe a lightning bolt. Pinup girl, ‘skateboarding is not a crime’ logo, Hufflepuff House icon, the usual.
Of course, when I was thinking of the idea, I was just thinking of stamping people’s biceps or the backs of their hands… maybe a forehead now and again. I think genitalia would cost a LOT extra, plus there’s the cleanup costs… soap, water, bleach, anti-bacterial goop, autoclave double-boiling… I dunno. Maybe just toss the stamps after.
Acres Of Diamonds, Baby.
See, if this was the old Star Trek Saturday morning cartoon show, the people in the bottom three panels would be reversed.
Any of you guys remember that? In order to save on animation, they’d have the person speaking with the back of their heads to the viewer, so that you saw, face on, the immobile features of the person they were speaking to. Clever huh? If Leonard Nimoy was saying his Spock lines, you’d see the back of Spock’s head and Kirk’s face, blankly listening. No… animation… involved… in… the… animated… show.
But Hubris isn’t animated, so you get to see the artist guy’s face as he talks. It’s obvious he does REAL art, and not cartooning, ’cause he can afford FIVE layers of shirts and jackets. Everyone knows cartoonists wander the streets in only four layers. And cardboard shoes.
P.S. I did NOT misspell ‘Pyranha’. It’s a British company. They spell it that way.
[Added note. I was going to put a Star Trek Animated Series clip here, showing what I was talking about. I can’t find one. I don’t THINK I imagined that whole thing about the facing away.]
I haven’t done the WNBR idea justice in the strip, only mined the surface strata for some funny bits. Consequently if you wanted to know how to do one, or what they’re like, or when and where they really are, I haven’t been any help at all. But, I know at least one reader is a WNBR participant… and he or any others that have participated are more than welcome to comment and let readers know about the reality of the things.
Comic strips and reality aren’t a great mix. Not the point, really.
If you begin and end a weird day with a particular phrase, does the day dictate the phrase or the phrase dictate the day? Ahhhh, and there’s where Superstition comes in.
Y’know, instead of regular Stition.
There used to be a series of TV commercials exhorting you to, under times of stress, to have a Snickers bar and recenter your existence or something.
I found myself, once, climbing out of the Royal Gorge in Colorado, and, after having taken my life in my hands scooting out onto a support beam to swing onto the moving incline train (which had not been moving in the hour or two it took me to climb as far as I had to that point) I thought I’d enjoy the Snickers bar that was jammed in my PFD pocket. After the first bite I resolved to send my story to the company that owned the Snickers name and tell them how I’d taken their commercial’s advice.
And then the incline train stopped.
And it was no longer parked over the support beam.
And I had to swing out over open space in order to let myself down onto the tracks and begin the climb up the rest of the canyon wall… while hoping that the train would not start back up and kill me.
And I decided, “&^%$ Snickers.”
