Hindsight, blindsight… Blind Blonde, Blind Optimism…
YOU guys oughta try naming these things. Some days, nothin’. Some days, you get a choice. If I was smarter… or dumber… I’d work farther ahead and be naming these things in the mornings when my brain works better. On the other hand, I’d spend more time on them, and who knows what else I should be doing with THAT time? Somebody’s logo? Another cartoon map? Laundry?
Oops. First, I lost the internet/cable on account of a large pecan limb attacking the wires in my back yard.
Then, as I’m trying to get things done til I get my cable back, my desktop Apple dies. Dies BIG TIME. Damn.
Anyway, here’s a cartoon that I had to jump through hoops to get to you.
Not sure how tomorrow’s gonna be. Hang tight.
Dr. Shafer was instrumental in getting built what is now Memphis’ best skatepark. It’s an outdoor affair with really good design and very slick concrete bowls. And a 16′ tall skateable steel sculpture. He and his kids should have been in the strip before, but here they are now. Dr. Shafer works at St Jude, where all the best people work.
The best laid plans of mice and men go oft astray…
Not that this was a plan, best laid or not.
Early days of the comic strip, I thought I’d do a lot of cartoons like today’s. Every so often, Hubris and Kara would find themselves out late on a hilltop and either spell out the latest storyline for the sake of keeping everyone updated when necessary, or they’d say something clever or thought provoking or philosophical.
There were, I think, three or four of these cartoons in the later syndicate packages. (which became the early strips here on the website) And then I returned the kids to the hilltop once or twice more since then. I think the last time was just after the police officer scattered himself badly on Hubris’ longboard.
Why I haven’t returned them to the hilltop in a while is a mystery to me, but Hubris needed a little time for quiet reflection today, so there he goes. And thus ends another comic strip “day”, which might actually be a week, or not, and still takes weeks to tell anyhow.
“Time”, as Douglas Adams or Doctor Who (I can’t remember which) said, “is Bunk.”
Where were those Japanese soldiers that stayed in the jungle after WWII, not knowing the war was over? New Guinea or someplace, right? Man, those guys were committed.
But then, they weren’t paying by the hour to rent their gear, either.
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