Kara is putting two and two together.
I have no idea what her math skills are like.
What do you think?
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Er’body remembers that Paste has a real name, too, right? ‘Carlaisle’ And before anyone wants to comment on the spelling of his name, remember that this is the woman who named her firstborn ‘Hubris’, so…
Poor Carl. Yeeeaaaaah.
I wonder if Carl got called that by a lotta people who knew Dorothy Draussen back then, or if something between then and now made her into the woman that Dorothy Foris is.
You guys have been wondering the same thing, I bet. Keeping you up at night and all?
Paste is one of those interviews you used to hear about… Tom Cruise on Oprah Winfrey’s show, Crispin Glover on David Letterman’s show, Anyone normal on Jerry Springer’s show, etc… He may not be asked back without some kind of apology, and a legal document with assurances that no weapons will be on his person.
Nikki has earned herself a bit of time to wander around the ‘Fest, I guess. Nothing more to do in the store- might as well go and check in on 1) Mayhem, 2) Paste’s weird bunch, 3) Where Bob’s got to 4) the lunacy of the final games of the day…
Come to think of it, the store might have been better than the crazy mess.
When you’ve got a thing like the OutdoorFest, you can’t just assume… well, anything. Especially you can’t assume you know what the heck any of the competitions are gonna be.
Poor Obi. The worst you get from those tabletop shuffleboard games is a bit of grit under your nails or road rash on the edge of your pinky finger. This time, I think the risks are higher.
You can’t try to out-crazy some folks. “Crazy” isn’t a thing that some people have chosen to work at- Crazy runs deep and can’t be pretended at.
In other words, a guy wearing armor made of craft foam sheets and pop rivets is not going to out-crazy somebody who actually believes he is wearing neutron armor forged from space diamonds and zambolian cumquat seed poison spikes, but who is actually wearing newspapers and twine. The craft-foam armor guy isn’t going to out-crazy anyone from Team US, neither. It’s a casual, off-the-cuff crazy that doesn’t usually involve space armor, but it’s effective.
Well!
Happy 10th Anniversary, folks!
Hubriscomics.com has now been a thing for ten whole years. How ’bout that.
Pat yourselves on the back if you’re pleased with that, ’cause it’s because of you anyhow.
Guess it’s time to wrap up the 2nd OutdoorFest and start assembling the Big Fat Book Of Ten Years Of Hubris.
If you’d like to celebrate with us, please become a Patron at Patreon (there’s a button on the left over there someplace) If you patronize at one of the levels where you have to put your mailing address in, you’ll be receiving a deck of these Hubris Con Cards I’m finally wrapping up. Damn things have been re-designed I dunno how many times now, but the final versions are done. The game works better than I could have ever hoped, and I’ll be doing a Kickstarter to get them into more people’s hands- but you mugs get ’em no matter who else does.
Thanks, Team Hubris! Whattaya think? Shoot for another ten years?
Imagine having a job where you just think of insanely weird things to do and then put them on the internet to see what happens next.
Paste seems to think that’s his job. He’s probably right.
He thinks, “I bet a lot of people are taking video at the finish line. What if I were to ride past them naked? Would I get a lot of views? Let’s find out!” Aaaaand he lets people pass him in the race while he ditches his britches. The race standings? Bah! How many people are gonna click on a video of a filthy guy running through the finish line? A thousand? Three thousand? Fine. How many are going to click on, view, re-view, and then re-post a video of a little lunatic pedaling bare in a crowd of startled racers? Hmmm. Not good enough. Better do a war cry, pedal no-handed, and make either gang signs, rude gestures, or a self-deprecating hand sign while being video’d. Yeah. Better.
Too bad the Sharpie Tattoos wore off a while back.
At last, we know that TSOJ didn’t drown in the creek yet. Safe to assume that PlainDave has outridden him. Possibly to go get help, who can tell.
I don’t know what you pictured in your head when we got to the part about Mr. Cranky and Miz Cravettes, but… shame on you. Icky.
