See how hard I work, tying stories together for you guys?
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Wool. You don’t dress cranky people in wool.
This is one of those comics that doesn’t fly as well with the old-fashioned-newspaper-comic crowd. You know the ones. The readers who really like some of the old, well mulched down comic strips- the ones that don’t make you think.
I like the cartoons that carry you into the implied story- inviting you to create the backstory or envisioning the next occurrence… and then you realize that there’s a whole ‘nother cartoon that comes from inside your head, and not off my pencil, that I gave you the hint for.
The first time I recall seeing such a cartoon was an old Dennis the Menace. All in one panel, Mr. Mitchell has gotten out of his car (briefcase in his hand, hat on his head, tie loose… he’s just getting home, don’t you think?) and Mr. Wilson, sweating and angry, is leaning across the hedge and scowling at Mr. Mitchell. I think Dennis was nervously watching from a distance. Mr. Mitchell says, “Let me get this straight… Dennis broke your CROW BAR?”
Darn funny writing. Whole backstory for you to create. And foreshadowing some more funny business. Nice.
Welcome to 2017, everyone! Thanks for indulging me for a week, there. The weather wasn’t the best for outdoorsy hijinks, though I did put in a link to a silly video, if you scroll down a bit and click on it. I think. I thought I was going to get it to play in a little window… and maybe I will. There’s always a way to do this stuff… I just gotta get it figured out.
Thanks for the Patron that upped his patronage from two bucks to five a month! It’s really appreciated, Mark!! I’ll send you something cool in the mail. You did give Patreon your mailing address? Gotta have one of those to mail things.
So here’s hoping that 2017 is full of fun, and not at all crazy-time.
It’s that week between Christmas (or Hannukah, if that’s what you celebrated) and New Year. Anyone getting anything done other than gaining weight?
So far as I know, this is the last Hubris cartoon of 2016. Next week, you get a Christmas image and I get a week to spend with my family. Family includes my brother, so hopefully I’ll have some silly photos before and after I get some ridiculous injury. He’s coordinated and outdoorsy. I try to keep up, but let’s face it… I draw funny pictures. Nice Hand/Eye coordination, but not so much past the wrist or brain stem, y’know?
Y’all have lovely Christmases, and Hannukahs, and Festivuses, and Agnosticas and Winter Solstices and End-Of-The-Tax-Years, and New Yearses. Be good to one another. Be the kinds of people you wish everyone else was. See ya here in 2017.
And here’s the problem with coming up with gags way back in 2000, then running them today. Sixteen years is plenty of time for you to forget that iconic series of commercials upon which the gag here is founded. Do you recall?
‘Triathalon”
I almost spelled it that way in Paste’s word balloon, but it doesn’t look wrong enough. I grew up alongside people who said a lot of words wrong. “Fambly.” “Chimbley.” “Theeatre.” “Nekkid.” “Mathamatics.” “Archaeopteryx.”
Mostly, it’s endearing. Don’tcha think?
If this cartoon seems at all familiar to you… Yeah, that was me with the marker. Thanks for going to get that bib.
No. I’m not making fun of triathletes. I don’t think that this one character I put in today’s comic represents all triathletes everywhere all the time.
You guys know me better than that.
I like to parody individuals, not types.
That’s one goony individual there, ain’t he?
Also, he’s obviously from the East, ’cause he’d have said “DisneyLand” if he was from out West.
