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?
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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.
You guys knew there was going to be a dad dream when Hubris sacked out a few days ago, didn’t ya?
You know how it is… you’re sleeping in a place you’re not accustomed to sleeping in. The sounds happening around you aren’t the sounds that you get at home. They’re wrong noises, and your brain doesn’t put up with wrong noises. At home? The cat can hork up a hairball on your feet and you sleep through it. Your brain knows the cat. Your brain knows the cat’s noises- even the disgusting ones.
But you try sleeping in a hotel. Big comfy four star hotel. The air conditioner makes a whir that’s a half-step off the note that your air conditioner at home makes. And so, you have nightmares about the end of the earth all night long.
Now, I’m not saying that I stayed up all night long, disturbed by having written the preceding ghost story. Far from it. I was sleeping at home. Also, I giggled myself silly when I hit upon “I just peed myself” at the end.
