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Intangible bonus aspect of snob appeal retail items- being treated like hot snot. And passively-aggresively being pushed around.
Well, here we are again. I like old Bob Newhart comedy- the one-sided phone calls.
Goodbye, Dean Potter and Graham Hunt. You did amazing things.
Some of you who’ve been kind enough to drop a buck or three into the tip jar, and then provide me a mailing address that I didn’t subsequently mislay, are receiving a few of the new Hubris stickers. (Sorry for the delays. Some of you have been waiting almost a year, I think.) If you donated to the cause and you haven’t received stickers, let me know. There’s a ‘contact’ button and an ’email’ button for your convenience.
And, of course, the tip jar is still there when you click the ‘You & Hubris’ button over there on the left hand side of the screen. Make sure you leave me your mailing address if you donate.
The best laid plans of mice and men go oft astray…
Not that this was a plan, best laid or not.
Early days of the comic strip, I thought I’d do a lot of cartoons like today’s. Every so often, Hubris and Kara would find themselves out late on a hilltop and either spell out the latest storyline for the sake of keeping everyone updated when necessary, or they’d say something clever or thought provoking or philosophical.
There were, I think, three or four of these cartoons in the later syndicate packages. (which became the early strips here on the website) And then I returned the kids to the hilltop once or twice more since then. I think the last time was just after the police officer scattered himself badly on Hubris’ longboard.
Why I haven’t returned them to the hilltop in a while is a mystery to me, but Hubris needed a little time for quiet reflection today, so there he goes. And thus ends another comic strip “day”, which might actually be a week, or not, and still takes weeks to tell anyhow.
“Time”, as Douglas Adams or Doctor Who (I can’t remember which) said, “is Bunk.”
