Mal only talks well when he’s had the chance to go over the conversation in his head a few times, on his own, with the time to shade things in his favor a bit. Maybe sleep on it.
When caught off guard, he doesn’t make such a good showing.
I figure a bunch of us are a little like that. It’s just that we’re not trying to play fast ‘n loose with a corporate hot potato (i.e. other people’s day jobs)
Docta Pain knows how to settle a score.
Sorry for the insane delay in comics around here lately. It’s that time of year! I’m getting a minimum of sleep, and risking circulatory issues by sitting in front of my computer and drawing board for fourteen hours a day. E’rbody be wanting their holiday and fiscal year-end projects. One client even had me fast-track their holiday card image, but let it sit around their office for days before okaying it. Yikes.
Nobody told Durnell that nobody told the Sportsmart Employees that nobody wanted to tell them that they weren’t actually very employed any more.
So, in a way, Durnell did them a service. Unfortunately, that service only served to display the disservice that Mal and the Sportsmart bigwigs were already doing.
So, in a way… nobody’s coming out of this in a good mood.
Doing what I do, I get email updates and news articles and all about copyright abuses on the web.
There are long tirades I can go on about how people and companies (Companies are not “persons” no matter what the tax laws say. People are people) use material off the internet.
But I won’t. You’re welcome.
Also, by the way, Happy 11th Anniversary here at Hubriscomics.com!
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.
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.
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