Halloween’s coming. Have you got your costume ready? I sometimes think I’ll just put on all my kayaking gear and hang around. But it’s like dressing up as Sir Walter Raleigh. You get a lot of guesses as to what you are, but none of them are right.
Anyhow- shop you a Joker outfit. Just click on him.
Small Detour today. I just wanted to remind everyone that there’s new content on Hubriscomics every day. The comic strips are on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, but every other day has something that you must scroll down the page for, and is archived in the various Sidebar Subjects: Play Nice, Talk About Toys, Lies Around the Campfire, and as in the case of this horrible scary plant- Dirty Pictures. I don’t want anyone thinking that it’s not worth scrolling down the page or missing out on the sidebar items- the funny ones or the useful ones- just because they’re not comic strips. Explore and Enjoy- then go outside and play. Though you may want gloves.
As an addendum to Jeff’s comments about Knap Weed- Have you seen the Coen Brothers’ version of True Grit? Rooster Cogburn has some wonderful lines in that film, but one that I enjoyed quite a bit was this about Texas:
“There ain’t but about six trees between there and Canada, and nothing else grows but has stickers on it.”
I love the different descriptors people have for plants that poke holes in you, and I have ridden across the part of the country that Rooster’s talking about there. Pricklers, Stickers, Thorns, Spines, Prickers, Spikelets, Barbs, You name it, I don’t like ’em. I’ll have more to say on the subject as the ‘Grand Canyon Diary’ in ‘Lies Around The Campfire‘ trips along.
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Poor ol’ Burl. The camping world is all nylon and ripstop now, and the rest of his boy scout troop isn’t there to help him drag those heavy tents.
For those of us who don’t take Pack Mules on our campouts, here’s a tent that looks fit for folks nostalgic for the old Scout Summer Camp:
When I wrote this cartoon, I didn’t think that anyone manufactured an actual ferret tent. One quick trip to Youtube.com lets me know that 1) Somewhere, every product that CAN exist DOES exist, and 2) Everything in the world is now on Youtube.com.
I’m due for a new tent. My old Kelty domolite is old enough to receive social security and is falling apart worse than my knees. My new tent, only a few years old, is a Coleman- the sort of thing you get when it’s going to be filled with cub scouts for a few years. It’s held up beautifully- including a trip to Yellowstone and Moab, but those poor bungie rods are showing their age early. I’m looking at this one and thinking it’s awful pretty. If you want to shop tents your ownself, click on it.
Maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s that I often wear running shoes when I’m not running. I just want a running shoe that doesn’t look like it’s been designed by a movie special effects wizard. Right now I’m wearing a pair of Sauconys that looks least bizarre with a pair of jeans that I could find.
Wanna shop some lurid running shoes? Here’s some trail runners to peruse. Click on ’em.
Need some fancy schmancy shades? Shop ’em here. click on the glasses.
I loved painting that mural on the wall at the bike shop. I got to sit up there and listen to some Ca-Raaaazy stuff.
Little late posting today. Grownup stuff interfered. Click on Vote Hubris and StumbleUpon to the right hand over there anyhow, willya? Just for me? Thanks. You guys are my favorites.
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