See, that’s why you have to have lawyers write up all your rules- so nobody can understand them at all, and they’re all afraid of being disqualified over some bit of legal speak in the rule book.
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Well, all praise to John Lotshaw and his many and varied mad skillz.
He’s got the site back up and running! I left Friday’s cartoon up for a bit longer so those who weren’t up at the crack of dawn last Friday could see it here.
And now here’s this cartoon for you, too.
Cross your fingers, there’s still some mopping up to do on the site.
Remember, if it craps out again, jump over to Patreon, pledge a buck a month or something, and you’ll get all the cartoons emailed to you with links to the larger files over there. They even show up a day early, most times.
Have you tried to explain to a younger person about Batman? The Adam West version, I mean. It’s not easy. You can tell them that, back in the fifties and sixties, Batman was kinda goofy in the comics. There was a lot of smiling and ‘imaginary stories’ where Batman, Superman, their wives and super-children went on picnics and stuff.
I’m too lazy to dig out those old comics I got from the used book store, but really… Adam West’s Batman wasn’t too far off the mark. Then.
I did my best growing up in the 70’s when Batman got all dour and dark. Jim Aparo art and that kinda thing.
The Dark Knight and The Killing Joke were coming out as my comic buying days were waning.
And still, I don’t recall Batman ever getting his big ol’ cape stuck in a car door or anything.
Yeah, go ahead… review each panel and see which ones you’re guilty of.
I did.
I’ve heard that Asian actors had it very tough. George Takei, for example, was very grateful to be on Star Trek because he wasn’t, for a change, playing a waiter.
But when you hear there’s a guy from Japan doing archery while showing off tricky riding skills… well, you’d HAVE to think ‘Ninja’, right?
No.
Not unless you’re Durnell. I figure he’s one of those guys who still calls sushi ‘Bait’ and thinks it’s funny.
One morning, around daybreak, I was riding my unicycle on the trails at a local park (It’s okay, it’s a mountain unicycle. I haven’t owned a street wheel in years) and I rounded a bend up a hill, startling a few deer.
The females ran like… well, like deer, of course.
But the Buck. The Buck just stood his ground and made a sound I’m not accustomed to deer making around me. He “wuffed”, or something like it. A lot of air moved through his head, that’s all I know about the sound.
It was then that I conceived of a unicycle (and the cheap, yet dangerous, spiked pedals I used) as a weapon.
I didn’t think I could outrun that buck, nor outride him. And maybe it was mating season, when bucks feel the need to protect their females, or just randomly kick somebody’s ass. I wanted to know what sort of weapon could hold off a buck. I decided that I could get enough work done with that unicycle, if wielded properly, to consider it a weapon, even if it wouldn’t be a unicycle any more once it had been a weapon for a minute or two.
The buck turned and left before anything was put to the test.
But you can thank him for the train of thought that led to today’s cartoon.
So… I thought I’d let you know why you don’t get a Hubris cartoon today…
It’s ’cause I got a big gig to deal with. I’ve been at it all weekend, and it’s gonna keep me busy for another day at least, then, after a turn around the client’s offices, it’ll be back on my desk for a round of ink and color.
I’ll try to load up on some advance Hubris ‘toons. Stay tooned.
So. If you’re not a Patreon patron, then you haven’t seen this cartoon before the release date. Patrons, though, get all the cartoons a day or so early, and they get extra jabbering by me about the silly stuff I do to make these cartoons. Yeah, they gotta pony up five bucks a month, or two, or whatever, but… they get stuff, too. Every so often, I finally get batches of things mailed out. I’m getting better about it.
Be a patron, if you can. It’s much appreciated.
As with everything else in the world, I know people who swear by essential oils.
And I know people who swear about them.
Ahhhhhh, Cartoon Physics.
The same universal laws that had Elmer Fudd pause, hanging off the edge of a cliff just long enough to wave to the audience, before plummeting down a canyon side are at work here.
Okay, guys who know all about this stuff (or who can merrily speculate upon it whether they know all about it or not) If body A is balanced above the ground with a contact point which is, let’s say, an oval measuring two inches on its long axis fires arrow B along trajectory C with a force of D… How many squeaky, sproingy sounds does the foley editor get to make as body A hurtles backward?
