Folks be loving the wagons.
And what’s not to love? The dirt, the dust, the non-intuitive steering device… lovely.
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And so we see the dispensation of the wagons. Sometimes, all ya gotta do is have the intention of asking, and ya get what you came for.
That’s Hubris for ya.
It’s the simple questions in life that mean the most-
“Do you want dessert?”
“Why are we here?”
“Is your mom always like that?”
“What’s the ultimate question of Life, The Universe, and Everything?”
“Why?”
So, here, Hubris asks a question that Peter should have considered before now. “Why?” Do we know Why Peter wants to have a huge chain of stores? For fame? For money? For fulfilling a sense of importance and destiny that life has heretofore failed to provide? And Mal. Why does Mal care about this? Maybe ’cause he knows he’ll be needing a job pretty dang soon. Maybe ’cause Peter has more of an alpha personality than Mal can handle and he’ll wise up later. And Hubris? He probably knows Why Not, but maybe not Why.
I decided to carry on with The Buckets and Hubris as though the world they live in doesn’t have a COVID-19 outbreak.
Mostly because:
1) Not That Funny,
2) Hopefully, in a couple of years, all the COVID cartoons won’t make much sense. Like looking back on French Political cartoons by Daumier now- you see ’em, you read ’em (or the translations) and you say, “Huh. I don’t get it.”
This is more serious than I like to be here, but I really hope that the stress and strain I see online and in people around me (when there are any) becomes incomprehensible sometime soon. Kind of like hearing about the 1918 Flu epidemic and not, until recently, being able to picture how much it changed lives for months and months. Historical events are tiny points that have names and dates. We personally don’t remember the spiraling months of death and fear from 100 years ago. We remember “Flu Outbreak of 1918. Killed a lot of people.” Those people lived all the little weirdnesses we’re living now, and ours will go the way that theirs did. Honestly? I hope this outbreak doesn’t go far enough to get a historical name. I hope it’s a chapter in the next century’s epidemiological textbooks, with the kind of information that will help next time, and doesn’t stick around as a historical milestone of misery.
In fact, if you’re reading this in some archive of Hubris comic strips any time after, say, 2021, I hope you’re baffled at how morbidly serious I just got about something that you have no genuine feelings of loss over.
I imagine that running a festival of any kind would be like trying to do your taxes in a high wind on a hot day.
Eventually, you just use your own sweat to hold things together.
The title of today’s strip was shown to me as a rebus. A rebus is not a kind of monkey they do testing on. It’s a picture puzzle. At the time, I was working at a screen print operation, and the other artist on staff was told to be more efficient. He said he’d make a sign to remind him.
It was a big letter ‘A’, and a fish, an ampersand, and a letter ‘C’, if I remember right. I was very amused.
That has nothing to do with anything today, except that I’m amused by Durnell’s idea of efficiency.
I may have mentioned Billy Ireland before now. The huge Cartoon Museum and Research Center at Ohio State University is named for him. He drew a feature called ‘The Passing Show’, which is of course brilliant.
I thought of storytelling as a series of comings-and-goings for today’s cartoon.
Conversations between people, at least one of which aren’t visible, are 50 % faster to draw.
If you want to make sure folks go where you want them, you either reward them for doing what you’re asking, or punish them for not doing what you’re asking.
In other words, you order half a truckload of good stuff, and half a truckload of lousy stuff. Then say, “Go get ’em!”
I’ve met a few people like Chase. They’re enthusiastic, but seem to learn the form of things, not the meaning of things.
You might call that ‘oblivious’ or ‘awkward’ or ‘sociopathic’… Y’know. If you’re lookin’.
