Leave it to Daddy Biner to muddy the waters.
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Sorry- this cartoon was supposed to have posted this past Friday, but the power went out… and the cable/internet went out… and I was getting ready for a trip…
Hm. Those are all the excuses I can think of.
Here’s a cartoon! I’ve only got two more for this week, but you’ll get ’em!
We all like validation. Even when the validation has to be manufactured just for us to have it to like.
If you’ve been saying that THEY are going to send drones to get us, and the sky suddenly fills with drones, some part of you that isn’t the running-and-screaming part is gonna be pretty dang satisfied that you were, no doubt about it, absolutely right.
Until the drones either GET you, or they turn out not to have anything to do with you at all. In both THOSE situations (frankly, the two outcomes that constitute 99% of all the outcomes) you’re not gonna be happy. Makes you wonder, really, why you were so worked up about it in the first place.
Who’s gonna blame Bob? Hubris MIGHT be at the food trucks, and if he is, Bob MIGHT get a taco out of it.
Considering how Bob’s life tends to roll, he can probably count on a taco.
Of course Bob would see the need for Hubris to make himself scarce, and of course he’s happy to offer up whatever advice he can.
Bob’s that kinda guy.
The kinda guy that’s reportedly sleeping in the walls somewhere somehow, and doesn’t mind if someone else has the same mad skillz.
After all this is over, they could have some kinda hours-long zen/ninja game of Hide N’ Seek, after all.
Now we know how they’ll be financing their first dinner date.
Rick has his victory. In his head, he was probably thinking of awards, or cheering, or handshakes, or something that says, “You Won!”
It probably did not occur to him that anyone would walk up and have this conversation with him. He’s probably wondering now if anyone actually HAS done so, or if maybe he’s hallucinating.
Big Ron ought to know better than to just fling yourself at a slippy creature! You got to get a finger and thumb into his mouth and out the gills to get a proper grip.
Dang. Now that I come to write that, I’ve thought of another way I could’ve drawn this cartoon.
Turns out that Rick is pretty dang good at Shuffleboard, which is good, ’cause after his “Skateboarding” event last year, he walked funny and groaned whenever he got up or sat down, for like a week and a half.
Shuffleboard, though… when played with people as the game pieces… that’s not just point-and-shoot. You gotta trust your people not to wiggle around, or twist to keep their heads pointed one way or another, or not to be allergic to baby oil. Mick didn’t even get CLOSE to the game ’cause of that. Vic Potato, though? That guys knows how to hold dead still when there’s a score on the line. Plus, he can out-stare any of the Ëüröschpörtën team.
Rick Mittleif is not above using his ‘aw shucks’ style and nice guy attitude to steamroller you.
Remember that.
