Lowell would make for some goodly memes in the Hubrisverse.
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My apologies if you already read the cartoon I originally posted for today.
In an effort to get a little ahead, I had a stack of cartoons ready to go, and the pile got shuffled, partly buried, mixed up, and generally forgot about.
So when I hit the ‘back’ button double-checking some things a little while ago, I though, “Hang on… where’s those other two cartoons? They were supposed to run before this one.”
Hitting ‘back’ four or five more times alerted me to the fact that I had to move four of my cartoons around.
And THUS! You got two cartoons posted today, and the permalinks are all badgered up, and you know what’s coming if you’ve already seen the one that I’m replacing and will re-run later.
Ugh.
See, this is how two adults deal with their difference. They both know that the one guy screwed up to the cost of the whole team, and that the other guy needs to say it aloud. Bam, there you go. No need for screaming, hysterical repeating yourself, and savage recriminations, much less threats and proclamations. This ain’t a detective TV show.
Of course, both men will bottle this experience up, live with it and age prematurely, eventually dying young and with overheated livers, but at least neither one of them would go to their graves with the shame of having had a screaming hissy fit.
I haven’t done as much with guest judges as I’d originally intended. But this one seemed like fun.
Today’s cartoon works under the assumption that you’ve been reading properly for, gosh, weeks now, and have been retaining what you’ve read. That’s kind of a crazy assumption to labor under, but there it is. You’ve seen (I hope) that guy in the middle of the frame before. And, given a moment to think, you know why everyone’s walking around in looking like they’ve been dipped in PAAS Easter egg coloring.
If you don’t… maybe click on the ‘Hubris Archive’ button, or hit the ‘back’ button over and over again until you go, “Oh, yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh. I ‘member now.”
If you’re offended by censorship, this is your version.
If you’re offended by this cartoon, look at the other one.
I doubt that Bro-Speak or Dude-Speak are actual dialects. Maybe they qualify as Pidgins? It’s been a while since I did any reading on such stuff.
If I remember right, though, a Pidgin can develop into a Dialect, given time and restricted outside influence.
So, somewhere in the Baja peninsula, there may be a small group of dudes who are building up a Bro-speak that will one day be discovered by Etymologists who will be both gleeful to have discovered it, and wildly disappointed that any human beings can communicate via a language that’s been truncated to the point where it employs only seventeen words.
…Twelve of which would be either general exclamations or adjectives, depending on context. The paper the Etymologists publish would be “Gnar.”
You guys didn’t need to hear any more from Peter, did you?
I thought we might get back to the silly stuff for a moment.
Troy is crazy busy with his cartooning/animation classes, so his daughter Rhiannon has provided us with this fill-in cartoon.
Take your time.
So, what’s a thing worth? Whatever someone will pay you for it.
I’ve seen people say that the value of a baseball card is a specific dollar amount because they read it in the price guide. Well, I know from growing up buying comics that the amounts in the price guide are only valid if you can get someone to cough ’em up.
Hubris might be overvaluing his store. Maybe not.
I’ve got an old Jeep. People ask how much I want for it. I say, “Six thousand.” and they say “It’s not worth that.” to which I reply “It’s worth more to me in my driveway than in yours.” So, yeah, my old rattletrap isn’t worth six thousand to a bank, or to some guy who randomly wants me to sell my Jeep without me saying “Hey, I think I’ll sell my Jeep.” but in the end… Well, in the end, Peter’s not going to be able to buy the Outdoor Galore Store. Wonder how he’ll react to that?
