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Okay. Here’s Lowell. The cast of characters is nearly complete. Lowell is one of those sitcom style neighbors- you know how every sitcom has the idiot neighbor or the evil neighbor or the wise neighbor? Lowell is the neighbor, now you get to pick an adjective for him. You’ve got the next four or five strips to work it out, but feel free to start guessing now. Comments?
You’d think that our generation of scientific theorists would have already dropped the term ‘Primordial Soup’ for the far more applicable ‘Primordial Coffee’. As they have not, then I lay claim to the term. No doubt the scientific community will come to share my love of the term and begin using it. Remember, Doctors, you heard it here first.
My wife and I watched ‘Jackass III’ the other night. We saw the first two at the theatre, believe it or not. We have an interesting marriage. Anyhow, we watched the latest installment, and I have to wonder- How do they keep the guys from thinking all the way through a bad idea so that they’ll actually go on camera and give it a try? I mean, when you’re riding on trails and crash your bike into a tree, you can always say, “Well, I didn’t know THAT was going to happen. It didn’t LAST time.” But the guys on Jackass? How do you get a guy to agree to let an NFL player kick a football into his face? How do you get a guy to raise his hand and volunteer to be in a Port-O-Potty bounced sky-high on bungee cords? Ride a minibike over a ditch? Stand in front of a minibike that’s jumping a ditch? All I’m saying is that I prefer my accidents to be accidental. I prefer to look back and say, “Huh, well, there’s no way I could’ve known.” Maybe that’s why I don’t have a TV show or a movie deal. Or a staff medic standing over me saying, “I told you, ^%$#@&%! I TOLD you.”
It’s been a while since I got a pants leg caught in the chain of my bike. Partly, it’s because I have a trials bike now, and the largest chainring is, in fact, a bashguard and not a ring at all. Keeps me from having to wear a rubber band around my pants leg. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I’m sure it’s very stylish.
Chivalry is not dead… It’s not stylish, but it’s not dead.
There are three or four starting places for reading Hubris comic strips. Today is one of them. The reason for it is sort of a happy one. When I first submitted Hubris to the syndicates, I got a little encouragement from Tribune syndicate (surprise, they’re no longer around) and ‘Because It’s There’, as Hubris was then to be called, was put on a sort of new talent showcase website they set up. Also, Amy Lago (then at United Media- soon to be no longer around, and now at Washington Post Writer’s Group) God bless her, asked for more Hubris strips. Because of the input from these two sources, Hubris got refined and refiddled a few times. I’ve cobbled together the bits from various packages into a sort of coherent series to introduce the characters and situations. From there, we’ll see what kind of trouble I can make. Anyway, today the characters begin to gel a little more together.
