What would you have said to DeMarco, if he asked this li’l favor and then left for Popeye’s for a chicken sandwich?
Or…
What if he went to Appleby’s?
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Wile E. Coyote would have known what birds want for lunch.
I’m back baby! Let the Cyborg revolution begin! Make sure you got a stair or a thick rug between you and your Roomba vacuums! Be careful what you say in front of your Alexa! Keep clear of all Zoltar machines! We’re taking over!
For those of you just happening across this cartoon by accident (not likely, but who knows?) I just had a pacemaker put in after an ‘event’. I can now read hard drives telepathically, and make vending machines gimme freebees just by putting my hand near the coin slot. That’s what pacemakers do, y’know? Yessiree, that’s what they do.
So, we’re gonna pause for a couple of days. I’m in the hospital for a couple of days, and will therefore suspend work for a bit.
When I’m done here, though? I’ll have UpGraded. I’m the Cyberman 1.0, y’all. Prepare to be assimilated. Resistance is Futile.
What can I say?
When you have a spectacle, sometimes, you need no more than the spectacle.
Here you go.
Okay, so some of you have already seen this cartoon, what with me posting it two spots out of place this past week.
And I figured I’d pull it out of the wrong place and put it here in the right place, but as long as folks have seen it, we’ll make it a ‘bonus’ cartoon for the weekend.
Some days, it looks like it’d be better to be reading on GoComics, don’t it?
Lowell would make for some goodly memes in the Hubrisverse.
My apologies if you already read the cartoon I originally posted for today.
In an effort to get a little ahead, I had a stack of cartoons ready to go, and the pile got shuffled, partly buried, mixed up, and generally forgot about.
So when I hit the ‘back’ button double-checking some things a little while ago, I though, “Hang on… where’s those other two cartoons? They were supposed to run before this one.”
Hitting ‘back’ four or five more times alerted me to the fact that I had to move four of my cartoons around.
And THUS! You got two cartoons posted today, and the permalinks are all badgered up, and you know what’s coming if you’ve already seen the one that I’m replacing and will re-run later.
Ugh.
See, this is how two adults deal with their difference. They both know that the one guy screwed up to the cost of the whole team, and that the other guy needs to say it aloud. Bam, there you go. No need for screaming, hysterical repeating yourself, and savage recriminations, much less threats and proclamations. This ain’t a detective TV show.
Of course, both men will bottle this experience up, live with it and age prematurely, eventually dying young and with overheated livers, but at least neither one of them would go to their graves with the shame of having had a screaming hissy fit.
I haven’t done as much with guest judges as I’d originally intended. But this one seemed like fun.
