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You ever do that? Go out onto a natural Overlook and think “This dang rock has been out here in the rain and wind and cold… what’s holding it all together?”
And you don’t know any reason it hasn’t cracked off and fallen a thousand feet down into the valley maybe a hundred or so years ago.
So what are you doing standing on it admiring the view, when you could be in the car heading to dinner at the local BBQ place?
Yeah, me neither.
Hubris deserves some peace and quiet lately, don’t you agree? You might have to look close, but he’s there, right in the middle of the peace. Right next to the quiet.
Bob, always the philosopher!
I dunno how it’s happened again, but here we are at New Years eve once more! I’m madly prepping calendars to send to the Patreon supporters of the proper tiers, and so I apologize for the lack of new content this week. More soon!
This is the 2011 Christmas image. Ten years ago, right?
First Christmas image I ever ran on the site. Back again!
This was back when I still thought that most Hubris readers would be kayakers and skateboarders and bicycle enthusiasts.
Now, of course, we know that we’re all just comic strip readers… and I’m glad to be disillusioned. Of COURSE the people who read this comic will be comic strip readers. What was I thinking?
Anyhow, It’s fun to look back and say “Oh, cute. The bobble on his hat is a skateboard wheel. I have no memory of drawing that whatsoever.” I do, however, remember the first time I bought white skateboard wheels and figured they’d be gray or worse pretty damn quick.
Happy Christmas Eve, to everyone who celebrates Christmas Eve!
Nearly everyone I know celebrates Christmas Eve.
I don’t hate the ones that don’t. I try not to hate anyone. Seems pointless to me, but I know that, in a big world, not everyone will agree with me.
Having said that- Don’t hate, if you can avoid it. Doesn’t do you or anyone else any good. Practice what ya preach. Be kind.
And, of course, Merry Christmas!
And so, Hubris Embarks on his way, solitary. Alone. By himself.
Except for the raccoons. Who knows why they do anything they do.
Weirdos, they are.
Dusty is not getting anyone on her side. I’ll bet Kelly tried to advise her, but y’know, she scents blood now, and zeros in.
Durnell, for his part, is playing the bit he’s been assigned- aggrieved and combative. Everything the camera wants to see, in order to make compelling television.
Dusty, though, LIKES it.
That guy didn’t really have much of a chance, considering his ride. On top of that, he shouldn’t have stepped into the woods for a brief respite and told everyone else to “go on ahead. I’ll catch up.”
That’s how people in adventure novels (and a few horror stories) wind up in Chapter 1.





















