Everybody seems to be on the same wavelength.
That’s so sweet.
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Did someone point out that Hubris was supposed to be sharp enough to have brought a tent?
Yes, I think you did.
And yes, you’re right.
He brought it.
Too late now, of course.
Hubris is doing what we all wish we could do, right?
You get a few dollars in the ol’ bank account and then you go live it up doing exactly what you’ve been hoping to do for years and years.
Yessir. Happiness is retirement.
Bob. Good ol’ Bob.
People that in touch with the Universe should be respected and appreciated for the simple, connected souls they are.
Instead of being resented for being right and lucky all the time, the darn ol’ bunch of poops.
Hubris talks to his fur buddies the same way I figure the average person talks to cousins. You like ’em okay, and you don’t get to spend as much time with them as you probably should… but still, you have to be cagey in what you say.
Hubris couldn’t say, “Seriously? You got a tattoo of McDonald’s logo. Yikes, guy. Have you regretted that yet?” That’d be rude. You gotta hang with the cousins for a while before you can just blurt out things like that.
At least, that’s how people used to do it.
Not.
Hey! You ever see the old movie “Barbarella”? It’s old, weird, counterculture sci-fi stuff.
And, once you check into it, you find out that a lot of crazy stuff came from it. You see bits of what would become other science fiction movies later on, and you see references that you think must have influenced things that you’d never have guessed came off some crazy ol’ Jane Fonda hippy sci-fi film.
Like the band name “Duran Duran.” Didja know that? Bet not.
You know you’re not trying to get anywhere particular if you’re surprised to discover… a trail underfoot.
Awwwww. That’s sweet.
Hubris is still alive.
Nice, right?
Stress is plentiful. There’s more than enough for everyone, and many of us have more than our fair share.
So it’s right that someone, somewhere, has none. It’s gotta average out somehow. One day, the person whose turn it is to be totally stress free-will then get stressed anyway. And that, my friends, is the beginning of the end.
And if that last stress-free soul is a raccoon, well sirs and madams, we were really, really overstressed.
Poor Hubris! All retired from day-to-day working and already can’t tell what day it might be.
‘Cause, y’know, it’s important to know what day it is when you’re hanging out in the woods with furry friends.
Or was that ‘season’ it is?
I can’t remember.
