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Isn’t it nice when things work out? They needed to see how the run works, and here’s this guy who’s just asking to be pushed down a hill!
No idea where the bird is, but that’s a problem for another day. Or at least a guy with another net, ’cause this one’s gonna get a little rattled.
You didn’t think that I’d forgotten the li’l red wagon race.
That’s not even a question. I knew you knew.
I’ve given it some thought.
I’d never want to have a second-day-of-the-fest porta potty knocked onto me by a giant cranky bird. That’s what I decided.
Hard to do a mic drop when you got no arms.
Have a nice Friday the 13th.
Verbal shorthand. It’s efficient… until you start using “How are you” in place of “Hey.”
Similar problems in our current society comes from using “@#$%” (you know what I mean) in place of any random noun or adjective (depending on what dirty word you just thought of)
Or in marriage, when you become careless with your thought and time, and “I love you” takes the place of “How was your day” or “Hey” or “Have a great day at work.” or “How did I stomp on your feelings without realizing?”
Verbal shorthand. Like most things, it’s a strength and a weakness.
This comic hearkens back to one a few days ago- remember?
Normally, I assume you guys remember every little thing in the strip. Heaven knows that experience bears that out.
So, in a few weeks, we need to watch the Gocomics.com people and their comments. I get it- I mean, they don’t just read Hubris, but seem to read dozens of comics every morning, I guess.
But in the 09-10 gocomics Hubris cartoon (the one where he’s sleeping in the store on the first night of the Fest) one commenter said, “Why is he sleeping in the store?” and of course I thought, “Because I just said in another strip that he would be…”
But the ‘another strip’ had been a while back and for someone who reads a lot of random gocomics every morning, she can’t be expected to recall everything Hubris offhandedly says.
Even if I want her to.
And it’s 9-11 today here in the States. The day when either the sort of thing you’d been vaguely dreading actually happened, or the kind of thing you never thought could ever happen here, did.
If this was a cliché-ridden old movie, Hubris’ final line would have been “He’s standing right behind me, isn’t he?”
I’m sure glad those days are gone.
And now we can use it as a snarky trope.
You didn’t suppose you were the only ones that noticed how strange the crowd at the Fest are, did you? Noooo… Durnell noticed.
When talking about giant six foot tall birds, who would forget to mention that their heads are a lovely bright blue?
Kelly, I guess.
