Steven is kinda a worry wart.
We all are, I’m guessing, when it comes to the very specific things that worry us in particular.
Other stuff, that worries other people? Well, we’re oblivious and unhelpful at worrying about that stuff.
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There are ‘just’ ideas, and there are ‘good’ ideas.
Mudpit in the long run-out of the Li’l Red Wagon race.
Good idea.
Hubris figures there’s no reason to burden the nice crowd with extra information they’ll never need.
You’d have done the same, right?
You’ve met them- those people that are far more concerned with getting that tiny little angle on things that someone else has than they are with whether or not that thing will do them any good.
Like the neighbor lady who used to boast that she got her bread for 39 cents a loaf by going way out of town to a little store she found. She spent a buck on gas, not to mention her valuable time, to save fifty cents on a loaf of bread.
This comic hearkens back to one a few days ago- remember?
Normally, I assume you guys remember every little thing in the strip. Heaven knows that experience bears that out.
So, in a few weeks, we need to watch the Gocomics.com people and their comments. I get it- I mean, they don’t just read Hubris, but seem to read dozens of comics every morning, I guess.
But in the 09-10 gocomics Hubris cartoon (the one where he’s sleeping in the store on the first night of the Fest) one commenter said, “Why is he sleeping in the store?” and of course I thought, “Because I just said in another strip that he would be…”
But the ‘another strip’ had been a while back and for someone who reads a lot of random gocomics every morning, she can’t be expected to recall everything Hubris offhandedly says.
Even if I want her to.
And it’s 9-11 today here in the States. The day when either the sort of thing you’d been vaguely dreading actually happened, or the kind of thing you never thought could ever happen here, did.
If this was a cliché-ridden old movie, Hubris’ final line would have been “He’s standing right behind me, isn’t he?”
I’m sure glad those days are gone.
And now we can use it as a snarky trope.
So… we’re steering away from Wukilars for a while. I figure we’ve worn them out for now. But hey, second day of the ‘Fest! Something hadda go banana whip crazy, right?
Cassowaries. Crazy. Like if an Emu were imitated by Skynet in order to infiltrate the bird world to kill the Ostrich John Connor.
After camping out, there’s always something to complain about.
My back hurts. I can’t find my clean clothes. There’s toilet paper all over the tent. It’s not enough toilet paper to be useful, considering what I’ve been eating this weekend.
Fuss, fuss, fuss…
Of course you know there’d be raccoons.
A lot of my humor comes from people being oblivious about themselves.
I still get tickled at a lot of comments under my other strip The Buckets on GoComics.com. A lot of commenters seem to think of comic strip characters as somehow ‘Other’, meaning ‘not themselves’. When, in fact, I’m often poking fun at the attitudes I’ve come to expect from them in the very comics they don’t see themselves in. I find it very satisfying.
The idea that Bob is like his dad and doesn’t see it is funny to me.
