Skills come from somewhere. Who knows where that wellspring begins?
Might even be from an imaginary skunk ape. You never know.
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I rarely get enough cartoons done before I take a vacation, and I rarely get as much work done during a vacation as I think I can.
And this time, I didn’t have a plan to cover coming home from an alligator-photographing trip to a house covered in ice, a ‘boil water’ order from the city, and a total lack of cable/internet.
So, for today and tomorrow at least, you get a photo of me at the put-in at Myakka, where, if you look closely over my shoulder- yes, that’s an alligator’s head in the water where my boat (the white plastic thing in the lower left corner there, was supposed to go. The alligator had other plans. We went the other direction.
The pot seems well and truly stirred now, folks!
Leave it to Daddy Biner to muddy the waters.
Sorry- this cartoon was supposed to have posted this past Friday, but the power went out… and the cable/internet went out… and I was getting ready for a trip…
Hm. Those are all the excuses I can think of.
Here’s a cartoon! I’ve only got two more for this week, but you’ll get ’em!
We all like validation. Even when the validation has to be manufactured just for us to have it to like.
If you’ve been saying that THEY are going to send drones to get us, and the sky suddenly fills with drones, some part of you that isn’t the running-and-screaming part is gonna be pretty dang satisfied that you were, no doubt about it, absolutely right.
Until the drones either GET you, or they turn out not to have anything to do with you at all. In both THOSE situations (frankly, the two outcomes that constitute 99% of all the outcomes) you’re not gonna be happy. Makes you wonder, really, why you were so worked up about it in the first place.
Who’s gonna blame Bob? Hubris MIGHT be at the food trucks, and if he is, Bob MIGHT get a taco out of it.
Considering how Bob’s life tends to roll, he can probably count on a taco.
Of course Bob would see the need for Hubris to make himself scarce, and of course he’s happy to offer up whatever advice he can.
Bob’s that kinda guy.
The kinda guy that’s reportedly sleeping in the walls somewhere somehow, and doesn’t mind if someone else has the same mad skillz.
After all this is over, they could have some kinda hours-long zen/ninja game of Hide N’ Seek, after all.
Now we know how they’ll be financing their first dinner date.
Rick has his victory. In his head, he was probably thinking of awards, or cheering, or handshakes, or something that says, “You Won!”
It probably did not occur to him that anyone would walk up and have this conversation with him. He’s probably wondering now if anyone actually HAS done so, or if maybe he’s hallucinating.
