Perspective illustration. Very tricky.
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Cannonbaaaaaaaaaaaall!
One year when I was helping out with scouts and my kid went to camp with a big lake, I encouraged him to climb out on that big air-filled thing (at this particular camp, it’s called “the Iceberg”) so that one of the other kids could jump off a platform, landing on the opposite side of the Iceberg than my kid, thus launching him out over the lake.
I encouraged him to do that because I really wanted to do that.
Anyhow, being scouts, the group put the littlest kid out on the Iceberg, and had the biggest TWO kids land on the other side, thus sending the smaller kid into some kind of suborbital trajectory that, if he hadn’t been a strong swimmer, he wouldn’t be back from yet.
It was great.
You remember elementary school, and the “seesaws” or “teeter totter” or whatever they called such things in your area, right?
Ohhhh, those were dangerous toys, those were. cracked heads, cracked chins, cracked coccyxes…
You don’t get those much any more in playgrounds.
Pretty soon, playgrounds are just going to be padded platforms surrounded by rubber mats that say “No Running” over and over again, and in the middle of the platforms, there’ll be outlets to recharge your phone… I mean electronic tricorder multifunctional toy/tool.
We’re trying to get back on track here at Hubris!
I’ve stayed focused and awake long enough to finish a cartoon I mostly wrote before the surgery.
There’s improvement for ya.
The surgery went good. They punched a hole in my neck and ran some kind of plumber’s tool in there that featured a flashlight and li’l tiny robot grabber fingers. I dunno.
Anyhow, they took a filter out of my chest. Yay. I got to go home. Yay! I binge-watched ‘House’ (season 5) Yay! I nodded off about a hundred times. Boo!
We’ll try this again tomorrow.
Okay, so I’m behind getting my taxes to the guy that can understand how this junk fits together.
And I’m going in for surgery today. It’s okay. Scheduled and delayed and re-scheduled. They’re taking out metal, not guts, so… yay.
On the other hand… if you don’t hear from me for a while, you’re welcome to mourn me until I bob back up to the surface and start drawing again.
In the meantime… here’s this cool photo of the woods I ride my unicycle through on nice mornings. The two photos are two weeks apart, just to see how the greening was going.
See ya tomorrow, I hope.
Well, here we are advancing the plot again.
There was a podcast a while back where the hosts talked about Hubriscomics.com. One of the things they said was that I was still kinda trying to do a gag-a-day feature, but that’d make it hard to put the whole thing together into a book later.
And the practical upshot is that sometimes, the cartoons advance the story without having a punchline.
I try to minimize that, of course, but here we are again.
For those of you who like that little storytelling, human spark… you’re welcome. For those of you who wanted to see Paste electrocute himself with an RV’s hydrogen cell and poo his pants… I’ll try to work that in later sometime. Or not. It sounds nasty.
Sliders. Fine television show. Never achieved that sci-fi-fi notoriety that would make it the focus of, say, a nerd convention or anything, but not bad. Sorta the ‘Quantum Leap’ of its day.
Standing in a kayak is a pain in the butt. I’ve tried, and it doesn’t usually work.
There was a guy back in the 90’s who used to stand-up kayak down the Ocoee river. He also used to wear a wooden helmet and PFD that said, “The Next Big Thing” on it. It was very cool. I’m sure he’s a Stand Up Paddle Boarder now- and possibly invented the activity.
Doing Kayak Fu standing in a kayak… now THAT’s the next big thing.
