Nikki’s out of the shop and getting things done! Everyone watch yourselves now.
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So, the rules piled on rules piled on rules eventually land Crazy-Ball in a place where the game goes into a sort of singularity.
Honestly, I can’t imagine another way for it to end. Eventually, things would get so tangled that Entropy would choose the winner.
Except, of course, if you’re clever and motivated enough to play Crazy-Ball, entropy has a hard time dealing with you in the first (or last) place.
Clem’s back again!
You should never say that anything is a particular superlative… without qualification.
What I mean is, if you say, “This is the worst meal ever.” you should probably qualify it, or the Great Universal Sense Of Humor will kick in and the next meal you’re presented with will still be moving and will cause explosive disembowelment or something. If you say, “You are the biggest liar!” to someone, someone else will come along and sucker you into something even scammier. (According to spellcheck, I just invented the word ‘scammier’.)
So, if you say some kind of bike racer is the weirdest, you’re just opening the door to something you hadn’t planned on ever seeing.
It’s like double-dog daring the universe to be more startling than you’re prepared for. And that the dumbest thing anyone could do.
Uh-oh. I superlatived. Watch out. Something’s gonna be dumber than ever now.
Erich should have really put the sarcasm on ’em hard. Maybe they could have paddled hard enough to get them that fourth place spot anyhow.
Do Germans do sarcasm? I honestly don’t know the cultural applicability of things like sarcasm. What about the various Asian cultures? I’d be fascinated to know how much sarcasm plays a day-to-day role in, let’s say, rural areas of India, or high-density population areas of China. Whattaya think? Can you picture a Nepalese guy saying, “Oh, SURE! I’d LOOOOOVE to carry your junk up Mt. Everest so you can tell your friends YOU climbed AAAAAALL the way up there without mentioning that I HAD YOUR TENT AND STUFF ON MY BACK” That’s put ol’ Edmund Hillary in a squirmy sort of mood, wouldn’t it?
The Security guys from the last cartoon got nothin’ on Jethro.
Cookies, and Honey Marketing, and weaponized walking equipment… wooo, the Farmers are a tough crowd.
Oops. This cartoon was supposed to appear yesterday. Sorry ’bout that. I uploaded it to Patreon Monday night, and then somehow got sidetracked before I could load it up to run here, too.
Well, the Patrons at Patreon pay good money, they might as well get an extra day for their patronage. And now, you have the cartoon too!
Plus, the next one is all done and queued up for Friday. I’ll get an extra cartoon in here to make up for the missed day at some point.
Tomorrow, I’m going to sit in a comic shop all day and sign copies of Stoned Ninja #3. I did the pencils and inks on it. If you’d like your own copies of such a thing, you’ll need to go to stoned.ninja. Tell ’em Greg sent you. The website should be updating soon- the kickstarter is over.
I don’t know about where YOU live, but mosquitos around here are pretty nightmarish, and this is a GOOD year- when there aren’t as many as have been in the past.
When I get bitten by mosquitos (or whatever word it is- attacked, sucked, fed upon, stung, zapped… whatever) I spend the next few hours with my skin crawling, convinced I’ve got the little bastards all over me.
I’m itching all over now just writing this.
If I were neck deep in a lake to hide from mosquitos, I guarantee I’d still feel like they were all over me.
The guys got mooshed. But Bob’s never one to judge anyone or their circumstances. He’s just there to see if the guest judges need water or a gift basket or something.
You gotta be mindful and stay in the moment, after all. Can’t make any assumptions.
Your eyes aren’t playing tricks- you’re getting to see the paddlers’ blindfolds! Close up!
We can see that no one’s cheating so far, anyhow.
