Okay, I wasn’t going to do this one. Mostly because I’ve done something similar before, and it’s more of a place-keeper than it is funny… but on the other hand, a couple of you asked for the dreams, and I’m a cartoonist. I need to cut loose and draw and color outside the lines now and again. Here’s some dreams, then.
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Half a large pizza, two bottles of beer or hard cider, and a dish of ice cream, and I get dreams that’d make Hieronymus Bosch’s left eye do that twitchy thing. Also, impending caricature gigs. Those make it hard to sleep soundly. I’ve never had one go particularly badly, but I always get nervous dreams.
This is nonsense for most comics readers, but for any of you who look closely enough- The original Hubris art style was influenced by a particular pen I liked at the moment. That art style was modified a little when this site went into production and I decided to ink everything with my usual fancy brushes: Raphael and Winsor-Newton. But you know how us old guys are. I listen to the kiddies talk about their fancy inking preferences, and so I bought a nice Pentel brush pen for twenty bucks and a bunch of ink cartridges for it for another eleven dollars, and I’ve been using that lately. It’s convenient, I suppose, and it certainly is better than any other brush pen I’ve ever tried, but it’s just not a fantastic thing. So whether you can see it or not, today’s cartoon was inked with a real brush and real Higgins Black Magic ink again. The brushes are hard to get these days, due to some weird snafu about overseas shipping of hair from a weasel’s tail or some damn thing, or the work would be even better. My brushes, poor things, are old and nearly used to the point of being downgraded to emergency-only use. There you go- a look behind the ragged curtain.
I don’t know if it’s true everywhere, but around here, it’s the nervous new kids that wind up saying they’re going to be snipers during paintball games. What that means is, they’re going to run to the closest hiding spot behind a wall and they’re going to plink away at anything they see moving. And there will always be those guys who try to take charge and start calling out orders while doing the hand jive like you see cartoon characters do when they’re parodying Schwarzeneggar movies. The problem is that there’s usually more than one of those guys in a team, so the team splits up and the disparate parts wind up shooting at each other at some point.
This gag grew out of a thing at an airsoft game instead of a paintball game, but… y’know, it’s amazing how that kind of humor can work for such two different sports…





















