Honestly, I don’t know why I haven’t used this one. Except… now I have.
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Sorry about yesterday’s lack of update. I had a long return from a caricature event waaaay out in another state. After spending just at 13 hours trying to get myself home at the whims of airlines, airplanes and witless chance that rule the fate of all of us, I arrived back in the bosom of my family and without the ability to think straight. I utterly forgot that I’d intended to at least scan in some sketches and upload some photos with which to entertain you.
In other words, I staggered in, put some food in my mouth, and fell into bed in the kind of stupor that only air travel can produce in otherwise snappy folk.
Seriously. Some folks never seem to realize that ‘being happy just like you are’ is even an option. I mean, most of US have figured it out, but SOMEBODY’s buying that stuff in the weird ads in the snooty fashion magazines.
There’s lots of different kinds of doctors. Anesthesiologists, Sports doctors, Orthopedists, Witch, and this one guy who used to run for city council around here. He had his first name changed to ‘Doctor’ after there was some sort of scandal over what his educational background was. I can’t remember now what the allegations were.
I’m kidding. You can guess, though, can’t you?
I bet it’s happened in other places than just here.
Today’s cartoon just got left alone and was eventually left behind. I think I had intended to write a little two or three day story arc to hold it, and never got around to it. So I suppose it’s ‘missing footage’ of some early date between Kara and Hubris. Enjoy.
Just a heads-up. Gonna be fixing up some overdue issues on the website. Might have trouble. Sorry, ahead of time, if you can’t see things suddenly over the next few days.
You ever do that? Finish a conversation you were having earlier by just dragging it into the next conversation?
Yeaaaah. Me neither.
I wonder how many doctors are sick of being mistaken for nurses and how many nurses are sick of being mistaken for doctors. Too many scrubs, not enough proper lab coats. That’s probably what it is.
It doesn’t actually take much math to figure out that you can’t out-exercise your own eating. I read, years ago, that the amount of energy (measured in calories, of course) that you get from two whopper meals was equivalent to the energy burned, more or less, running the Boston Marathon. That’s kinda horrifying. And it explains my gut.
