Mr. Biner is like most of us, I guess. We do our best to be our best and people appreciate us for it. As far as we can tell.
…And then you find out that health care professionals are taught first thing: You can’t self diagnose.
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Cthula is one of THOSE dog owners.
You don’t want them at festivals.
Especially if you’re wearing sandals.
The passing of the red hat.
These strips have run at the Patreon page already and incited a few comments about the End Of The Strip.
It’s not. I’m creating a crux or a cusp in order to re-set some of the players here. You’ll see.
I like this cartoon, though. If things WERE winding down for real, this’d be a hot one.
Ever since Hollywood discovered that you can apparently fix anything onscreen with a computer, they have.
And now, according to the commercials, our phones will shoot and edit movies of Hollywood quality.
So, surely a crowd of folks cheering the Outdoor Galore Store is a fine start to an advertisement for Enis’s Good Sporting’s OutdoorsFest, right?
Sure it is.
Enis is going to do all by himself what it took all of Sportsmart to do for the first Outdoorfest. He’s going to gut it down to a T-shirt sale or something.
Nikki is like a lot of us. She’s taking control of her life.
Bob is like a lot of us. He’s given up trying to control what can’t be controlled.
While I believe Nikki is new to trying to this organized and specified life, she seems to have embraced it.
Bob embraces the sort of philosophy that fosters calm during a storm. If you don’t mind storms because you can’t control the weather, then there’s not a lot of frustration when life isn’t what you wrote down last month.
You guys remember Team OMG from the sign in day, right? Three days ago, the wild kid with the stack of forms and stack of cash who wet himself with excitement. Oh, it seems like ages ago now, but those kids have the energy to just go and go and go.
I’m so glad they got their award. It’ll be hilarious when they try to decide who takes it home.
My apologies for last week’s missing cartoons. Work schedule has gotten frankly silly. I let things slip. Back now!
I don’t think Davey and his crew chose their outfits for practical reasons like laundrability, or wicking features, or anti-fungal/anti-stink fibers.
I think they were just asking for trouble.
If anyone’s wondering if I lifted the ‘lost a buttock’ line from Harry Potter…
Yeah. Mad Eye was a wise ol’ guy.
Marco the raccoon doesn’t seem to be fazed by Bob’s trick, even now that Hubris has learned it, too.
Maybe Marco taught Bob.
