Posts Tagged hubris
It’s too easy, and therefore becomes to hard, to give a name to a large and frightful character. ‘Victor’ ‘Frankenstein’ ‘Adolph’… And that’s just keeping it in the Teutonic vein- we didn’t even start into things like ‘Vlad’ or ‘Imhotep’. There are others, more common and thus calling less attention to themselves: Oskar, Jakob, Jürgen, Ernst, Schultz, Dieter… Stuff with lots of ‘k’ sounds and unfamiliar consonant sets. The umlaut was hard not to jump at. “Helmut”, though. Man, why have I NOT used that name in this strip before now?
Apparently, Helmut’s had a long day. He knows, or at least assumes that others know, that he’d take the shots and stay in the game. So Helmut calls the training day to a close, and everyone goes home to treat their wounds, physical and emotional.
You try to get ONE li’l advantage over everyone, and where does it get ya? Shot in the butt with a frozen paintball by the same punk that you just shot with one. Anarchists. Haven’t they heard the old aphorism? “Humor is when you’re shot with frozen paintballs, tragedy is when I’m shot with frozen paintballs.”
Well, it’s a bit late, yeah? But here’s today’s cartoon. Also, the Tip Jar has been tipped and we’ve got more than enough to buy you guys a couple extra cartoons in the next week or so. I hope I can find the time… I’ve also been asked why it’s been so long since I started to get the Stanky Creek book together. Some of you may remember that I’m adding new material to the book that you won’t get anywhere else. That’s got me a little nervous. I’m laying out the pages and leaving spaces for cartoons featuring more readers. When the layouts are done, I’ll have to ask again who I left out, or mis-drew, or didn’t get into their proper games for the Stanky Creek Fest (Yes, CrazyAl, I remember you’re in the Pogo Stick competition.)
Yikes. I’m way behind.
There was originally a line in this cartoon about trying to hurry and get through the safety talk because time was precious and if things went on and on, and people kept interjecting, then they’d never actually get to the point where people got to play… But it went on and on, and if I’d followed it through, we’d have never gotten to the cartoon bit. Of course, most of you would have ‘gotten’ that, even if it was a bit abstruse or oblique or whatever the hell the word I’m thinking of might be.
I get tickled thinking about a bunch of keyed up adults, showing off their new toys on the drive and POW! After the first paintball goes off, and everyone’s had a nice laugh, and the adrenaline starts to sour in their bloodstreams… then the second shot, then the mayhem.