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Wild caught cod, pan fried in a small amount of olive oil with thyme and lemon pepper. Mateo’s salsa. Corn tortillas warmed to preference.
That’s all ya need. Fish tacos. Mmmmm. Breakfast of champions.
It’s been a loooong weekend. 25th wedding anniversary, oldest son home from college for fall break, sister-in-law back in town for a while, and the biggest job with the tightest deadlines I’ve had in years to be wrangled. Oooooh, you’re so lucky to have this Hubris cartoon, you are.
Look’a my left eye twitch…
You ever wonder about corporate strategy meetings where they say, “Just get the ad agency to use whatever words the kids use these days. You know, “Radical” and “Tubular, man.” All that stuff”?
Yeah. Me neither.
I imagine Ramon is the one who gave Paste the new nickname. Ramon probably liked it better when Marisol still worked there.
And so we’re back to cartoon character psychology class…
It’s been a long weekend. Enjoy the family repartee.
I finally FINALLY got the latest Patreon packages sent out- so if you’ve been waiting for the past month… or nearly two? Your Hubris originals are on their way! Enjoy!
And if you’d like to join the ranks of Team Hubris, please feel free to click on the Patreon button down and to the left over there. Or tell a few friends to read the strip. Or click on a few ads. To be honest, it’s not going to pay for a lot of skydiving trips (like the story I’m telling to the current Patrons) but it might keep me in the game long enough to finish this crazy story (currently planned for around the first of 2021) If everyone who reads every day, according to Google Analytics anyhow, donated a dollar a month, Hubris would pay me almost as much as a part time job at Burger Doodle. So maybe telling a few friends to read the strip would be the most awesome thing I can ask for.
…Second most awesome thing. First most awesome is you guys believing in the characters’ stories I’m weaving for you. I do love that feeling.
We don’t all become our parents… but most of us are more like them that we can perceive.
Just don’t point it out to anybody. You’re not out to start a fight nor nothin’.
You see those documentaries about the earliest hot dog skaters, dropping into empty swimming pools and riding crazy up to the edges and all. And you can’t help but think…
That’s not their back yard. Who’s pool is that and when are they gonna come busting out of the house with a shotgun?
