I don’t tell my People anything I’m not sincere about.
…Well, that’s not entirely true.
I don’t “have People”.
What about you guys? You got People? Can I be one of your People?
I got your back.
…So long as your back needs some cartooning.
Welcome to 2017, everyone! Thanks for indulging me for a week, there. The weather wasn’t the best for outdoorsy hijinks, though I did put in a link to a silly video, if you scroll down a bit and click on it. I think. I thought I was going to get it to play in a little window… and maybe I will. There’s always a way to do this stuff… I just gotta get it figured out.
Thanks for the Patron that upped his patronage from two bucks to five a month! It’s really appreciated, Mark!! I’ll send you something cool in the mail. You did give Patreon your mailing address? Gotta have one of those to mail things.
So here’s hoping that 2017 is full of fun, and not at all crazy-time.
So far as I know, this is the last Hubris cartoon of 2016. Next week, you get a Christmas image and I get a week to spend with my family. Family includes my brother, so hopefully I’ll have some silly photos before and after I get some ridiculous injury. He’s coordinated and outdoorsy. I try to keep up, but let’s face it… I draw funny pictures. Nice Hand/Eye coordination, but not so much past the wrist or brain stem, y’know?
Y’all have lovely Christmases, and Hannukahs, and Festivuses, and Agnosticas and Winter Solstices and End-Of-The-Tax-Years, and New Yearses. Be good to one another. Be the kinds of people you wish everyone else was. See ya here in 2017.
‘Triathalon”
I almost spelled it that way in Paste’s word balloon, but it doesn’t look wrong enough. I grew up alongside people who said a lot of words wrong. “Fambly.” “Chimbley.” “Theeatre.” “Nekkid.” “Mathamatics.” “Archaeopteryx.”
Mostly, it’s endearing. Don’tcha think?
No. I’m not making fun of triathletes. I don’t think that this one character I put in today’s comic represents all triathletes everywhere all the time.
You guys know me better than that.
I like to parody individuals, not types.
That’s one goony individual there, ain’t he?
Also, he’s obviously from the East, ’cause he’d have said “DisneyLand” if he was from out West.
I’ve gotta do a little more research. You know… about the arrest thing. And where WNBR goes on. And chafing. Gotta know about that.
You guys remember Ray Stevens, right?
Hey, all of you who read more on this site than just the words in the boxes with the drawings- Want to check out TSOJ’s webcomic interview blogsite? Sure you do.
Also, there’s an interview with me, so… y’know.
Click HERE for that stuff. Enjoy.
Random photo from recent travels for you:
This is my cousin Amy’s turkey. I can’t recall which one it is. It MIGHT be ‘Thanksgiving Dinner”. Yes, that’s the name of one of their turkeys. Their two big domestic turkeys were almost doglike in their desire for attention, and their willingness to rearrange the pecking order when given the opportunity. Very entertaining.
Aaaand if current evolutionary theory is anything to jump up and down about, then THIS should inform us about the look of dinosaurs far more than the grey beasts of old stop-motion educational films.
Ooooh, look- it’s just like staring a li’l tiny T-Rex in the eyes.
A T-Rex with nasty red wattles… which they COULD have had, and how are we to know?
This turkey has therefore ruined my childhood- moreso than all those silly people who claim the new, I dunno, Mr. Rogers movie adaptation of the old TV show ruined THEIR childhoods.
Amy’s some kind of hotshot archaeological scientist, too… so she probably just loves the nasty lookin’ thing.
So there I was- I had done a little art for a local triathlon. Then I did a little graphic design work for it. Suddenly, I find myself in 90 degree heat, wearing a leather jacket and hugging a giant toy Bison. Named Bob. My life… is weird.
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