Posts Tagged climbing
This is the classic thing to do with a foreign enemy.
You demonize him up really, really good. That way, YOUR team knows that YOU’RE the GOOD GUYS, and those other guys don’t love their children and defame celebrities that you admire, and also they don’t wash properly and eat food that isn’t good at all, when they eat, which isn’t often, and they have bad teeth, too, partly because of the food but partly because of lousy genetics which people from HERE don’t get because YOUR people floss like respectable, civilized people. Well, not every day like you’re supposed to, but sometimes floss. More than bad foreigners who slap the queen with disguised fish do, anyhow.
Those auto-brake harness things… those are pretty nice. Keeps you from worrying if the person belaying you at floor level is paying attention or not.
Never seen them at an actual climbing gym, just at theme parks. I guess that’s not a good sign, right?
PS. I had to go back and fix Friday’s cartoon because, as some of you pointed out, he apparently took off his harness. Well, he DIDN’T, but I was out of my mind or something and didn’t draw the dang thing.
Also PS. If you go back to THURSDAY’s cartoon, the other two versions of Troy’s Dash cartoon are there in the blog section, and you can adjudge if I was right to think of the wordless one as the primary cartoon.
Today’s cartoon just got left alone and was eventually left behind. I think I had intended to write a little two or three day story arc to hold it, and never got around to it. So I suppose it’s ‘missing footage’ of some early date between Kara and Hubris. Enjoy.
I don’t think Rölf has been in this country very long.
Also, DebRebel- I got your email, but ‘reply’s get kicked back. Dunno why. Is there another email than the one you’re registered with at Hubriscomics that would get through, do you think?
First time I ever went rappelling, this sort of thing happened to me. Granted the harness we were using was rudimentary compared to the rigs you see these days, but I will point out that I was grateful to hit the level ground again, even though I was lowered posterior-first into a prickly pear cactus.