So, if you see a face in the crowd that you think doesn’t look like you, but looks like it should look like you… just assume it’s you. I’m not taking an hour per face to make sure everyone looks like their photo. The photos might not look like the way you think you look, either, so relax and just show everyone “Hey, This is me in this cartoon!” They won’t believe you, but you know better.
I’ve raised kids. It’s a time of pride when, as the family steps out the door for a long drive, at least one of them says, “I’d better go to the bathroom before we leave.”
On the other hand, I was at a triathlon a few weeks ago. Seems like you’d get up and take care of “your business” before you get all suited up to swim, bike and run. But no. Looooong lines at the porta-johns.
Also, one of you guys emailed and asked for THIS. I offer up the URL for everyone else, just in case.
I had a discussion with a friend of mine about the Peanuts cartoon that ran this past Saturday. Peanuts is a comic strip you don’t normally have to recall the previous day’s cartoon to enjoy, but this was a Summer Camp Story arc, and involved a kid who didn’t want to talk with anyone. It seemed to be part of a running gag because it wasn’t necessarily funny by itself, but only when tied to the rest of the series.
Today’s Hubris is kinda like that. Maybe not funny by itself… but it’s part of the pace. I guess it’ll look good in the book.
Some of you may remember the Sid & Marty Kroft stuff- Saturday morning shows and puppet theatre-style fun. It appeared to be drug-induced, pretty often, but if you read interviews where that’s brought up, they gleefully admit to being sober and straight when coming up with all that stuff.
But here’s the thing. We’re coming up on the fiftieth anniversary of The Bugaloos. Fifty.
I always think of fiftieth anniversaries as being achieved by something worth commemorating. I don’t want to take anything from Sid and Marty, y’understand… with a little better luck, they’d have been right up there with Jim Henson and Company.
But “Hey, everyone, The Bugaloos are fifty!” -in a couple of years, we can say that. “Forty Eight” doesn’t have the same impact, but you get the point, right?
The insane crap of the 70s is going to start being venerable. Oh, my.
Comeuppance. I should look that word up. I bet it’s origin is fascinating.
The tricky thing about alcohol- and I’m not the first to say this by any stretch of the imagination- is that it takes away your ability to make considered decisions about time.
I think it was Dennis Miller in one of his Rants books who described having another drink and another, all the while whittling away the hours you intend to sleep before you go to work the next morning. Something along the lines of “Well, I meant to go home an hour ago and get some sleep, and if I leave now, then I could still get five hours before I have to get up… but if I stay another two hours, and skip my shower… Bartender, another round!”
Knowing you have a day and a half to mop up your daily life before a large and time-consuming job, what would YOU do?
I thought about putting this photo on Patreon so that only patrons could see it. But I don’t wanna run ’em off or anything. Nice people.
I also thought maybe I’d put it in the blog section of the website, but then, it’d be there whenever anyone scrolled down a bit- maybe for months.
Then, I figured I’d just dump it here so anyone morbid enough could get a look, but it’ll be buried in the archives or something and no lasting harm will be done to people’s eyes and minds.
Looky! Bruise!
The dates and lines are where they were keeping track of how far and fast it was spreading. Yick.
Eventually, it was all over my leg, more or less. Now, it’s mostly from the knee down.
Okay, look away now. If… You… Can.
I can see how architects and interior designers would really like the opportunity to just noodle around on rooms as though they had all the time in the world.
That first panel was kinda fun.
Adjectives that don’t quite fit the nouns are great, aren’t they? “That’s a nice mob they have there…” or “That’s not a vicious mob! That’s a nice mob!” Very fun.
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