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.
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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.
Ever had a smoker smile knowingly and tell you to never start smoking? It’s that confident self-awareness that turns up occasionally that I like. If you need ME to be completely self-aware, there’s a problem. I can’t see past my own giant cartoonist ego. I’m sure that I’m back there somewhere, though. I’m probably a really nice guy, too. I’ll let you know, as soon as anyone finds out.
Funny story for you- My brother wore a wrist-to-ankle jumpsuit, gloves, boots, and a big rubber mask around Halloween (Now called “Cosplay for Candy.” You heard it here first). He did a funny thing at a local park’s party where they had piles of hay bales, scarecrows, and pumpkins as decorations. He flopped face down in a pile of hay that some kids had left strewn around in their ongoing straw fight through the park. When the kids ran back around to his pile of hay, one of them grabbed him by the foot, thinking he was one of the scarecrows that they were swinging around at one another. As the kid reached for his foot, my brother jumped up and yelled, “Aaargh!”
The kid fell straight backward from his heels as his scarecrow bludgeon came to life and shrieked. I have personally never seen anyone so stunned as that before or since, and that includes people who were unconscious before they hit the floor.
I wasn’t going to draw Lowell trying to seat himself at the table with everyone. You can imagine it every bit as well, and maybe better, than I could have drawn it for you. Eww, you got a filthy mind.
Okay, here’s a DOUBLE DUTY Throwback Thursday. Brian is a Patron, as in “he went to the Patreon page and became a Patron.” And so, he gets a thing. In this case, the thing is the only Hubris skydiving cartoon I can recall doing. I don’t think I ever colored it and put it on the site, even though it’s from the syndicate packages that I did back around 2001, so it’s been available to be on the site for a long time. Anyhow, Brian is a skydiver and he’s a Patron at the level where you get yourself an autographed original Hubris cartoon, so he gets it. You guys get a photo of it.
But of course, you could go to the Patreon page, become a Patron, and get things for yourselves.
Yeah, it’s easy to say “Wow, Lowell is a crappy neighbor.” But when you’re of a clearer mind, it’s ALSO easy to say, “Wow, Paste is a really, really crappy neighbor.”
So… CrazyAl came up with Ouija?
