Couples don’t want to be too alike when they become couples. They’ll end up alike after a decade or two. Or three.
Or so.
Steven, what have you gotten yourself into?
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Mal’s expectations were pretty low. Shelly’s were almost instantly high.
They could be in a Sit-Com about now, and the dialogue wouldn’t have to change at all!
Hubriscomics as Sit-Com. If anyone here knows someone at Netflix, maybe clue ’em in! You get ‘Producer’ credit for that, nowadays, right?
Oh, Houghton Hollow. That’s the little valley at the end of Houghton lake (named for the famed explorer Sir James Houghton-Houghton) where the dam was built way back in the 1970s. There were some steep banks in the hollow that made the engineers grin with glee as they contemplated their gorgeous new dam. Plus, they got to flood half a town after it was built. Three of the engineers went in on a scuba diving company where you can dive down to “Lower Houghton Grove” and sit in a submerged van, and photograph yourself in a submerged school playground, and swim vaguely near the cemetery and then swim away again fast because it’s freakin’ creepy as hell, with all the drowned trees around it and the headstones and statues and all.
They used to tell a whole bunch of different ghost stories about the submerged town, but eventually they all got smooshed into one big ghost story about a Wukilar that was the mayor’s cursed son (or the cursed Mayor’s son, whichever) and who lived in the church next to the cemetery (graveyard, really, but who keeps track) where he lost his hands or his head in a boating accident. And now he either wanders the graves hoping a statue will lose its head that he can take for his own, or is listening to a walkman and can’t turn it off ’cause he’s missing… well, it’s a weird ghost story anyhow.
That got away from me.
…What I was going to say was “Ron ain’t wrong. Gonna be a lively weekend.”
Everybody seems to be on the same wavelength.
That’s so sweet.
It’s tough, knowing yourself the way others know you. Mal is discovering what people outside his head think of him, and that’s a jarring experience for people who think they’ve got a good bead on the World.
I’m crankier in the real world than I am inside my head.
How about you? Have you made this voyage of discovery yet? What did you learn?
Did someone point out that Hubris was supposed to be sharp enough to have brought a tent?
Yes, I think you did.
And yes, you’re right.
He brought it.
Too late now, of course.
Somebody once told Mal the old saying “What do you hate? By such are you known” but Mal thought the guy was being closed minded and snotty, so Mal didn’t listen to him and figured he was just stupid.
Little brother Ryan, though, must have realized at some point that the things about other people that irk you the most are typically that things that irk you the most about yourself.
Hubris is doing what we all wish we could do, right?
You get a few dollars in the ol’ bank account and then you go live it up doing exactly what you’ve been hoping to do for years and years.
Yessir. Happiness is retirement.
I guess Nikki still doesn’t quite trust Bob’s Earth-Daddy instincts.
Of course, getting Paste to keep an eye on things… maybe we shouldn’t trust Nikki’s Managerial instincts.
Gonna make for quite the outing, don’t you think?
Bob. Good ol’ Bob.
People that in touch with the Universe should be respected and appreciated for the simple, connected souls they are.
Instead of being resented for being right and lucky all the time, the darn ol’ bunch of poops.
