As the night draws in, Hubris is getting cagey.
When everyone is looking for you, though, where do you go?
And when you’ve got an event to announce, where do you go?!
Ya go to the mic.
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You’d already thought about setting fire to those hay bales, hadn’t you?
Admit it.
I mean, I can’t be the ONLY one that thought of how that’d look…
If you’re going to be outraged by someone else’s behavior, it’s usually best to either:
- examine your own behaviors to make sure your message is consistent
- say whatever the hell is on your mind with the absolute conviction that you are, and always have been, consistent.
You can’t do both, and which one you pick depends on what kind of personality you are, and what kind of personality the people you browbeat are.
Kara said she needed to talk to somebody. I guess she was just being methodical deciding who it was she’d talk to?
What’s nice, of course, is that the last person she decided to talk to is an expert in such things, and had wine. It would have been difficult on Kara to have to circle back to someone else as the best choice.
Or start talking to utter strangers, hoping that they had wine. THOSE conversations get weird.
Ziggy Foote is a big guy, and he gets noticed a lot.
That other fella, though… where the heck did he come from? Has he been here the whole time?
Oops.
In an attempt to get farther ahead on my schedule so that I can post comics early to Patreon patrons, I omitted to load this one up for the regular site! Not the first time that trying a new schedule just wrecked my old schedule.
Ah, well… Have a cartoon!
The Hometeam guys (guys? girls? entities?) don’t really seem to grasp the meaning behind business.
The meaning is, of course, in the broadest sense, “I don’t wish to farm the same property as my grandfathers and father.” or “If I work hard, I can spend time with my family, doing more than just eating and sleeping”. The meaning gets subsumed when both your vocation and avocation is to “achieve more income than you did yesterday.”
I’m not saying they’ve forgotten that. I’m speculating that they were born long after the society they live in had forgotten it, found it again, didn’t like the look of it, had the gardeners drop it in the composter, and mulched the rose garden on the south lawn with it.
Just who are we most threatened by, here? Enis? David? Paste? Hometeam? David’s investment group?
Heck no… just don’t get Dorothy involved, for heaven’s sake.
You gotta learn this stuff somewheres.
Skills come from somewhere. Who knows where that wellspring begins?
Might even be from an imaginary skunk ape. You never know.
