Isn’t it nice when everyone’s on the same page… especially when no one realizes they’re even reading the same book?
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Hope you guys are entertained by Troy’s cartoons yesterday.
Any of you guys draw, too?
I feel like I’m going to have a wild time cramming all this stuff into the comic strip.
I had a tough time LAST time, and had to do filler cartoons for the book. Don’t wanna do fillers next time, so I guess we’d better catch ’em all.
This one’s gonna ROCK.
I’m available for Consulting jobs.
Like most people who work alone in a quiet room with no one to disagree with me, I think I can fix the whole dang world.
Just add ‘Exploding’ to half of the events. That’ll speed things up.
That’s not all the events. Don’t start emailing me saying that you wanted there to be others… There will be. And I’m changing some of your suggestions around a bit.
It’ll be fine.
Trust me, I’m a cartoonist.
There are a lot of different kinds of Outdoor store. Someday, I should compile a set of cartoons where Hubris has said, “It’s not THAT kind”
How many of us just kinda take the doctor’s insistence that we give up bad crap and eat well and exercise and lay off the sodas and come in for cardiac stress tests and survive into our eighties as sort of a mild hint of a suggestion, rather than plain ol’ good advice?
People react similarly to me when I say I’m getting new skate shoes ’cause my old ones are worn out.
I feel like it makes perfect sense, and they’re lookin’ like maybe I should be on different meds or something.
Remember when you were a kid?
Okay, me neither.
Remember when they told you about when you were a kid, and there was that one boy in the neighborhood spotted riding a girl’s bike, only he had a broomstick tied into the frame with baling wire, so it’d look like a boys’ bike? And the bike was pinky purple with flowers on it, so nobody believed it was a boys’ bike anyhow, and the kid got really mad that no one would just say it was a boys’ bike?
Yeah… I don’t remember anyone telling me that story, but that story has always just sorta… been there. People that didn’t grow up in my neighborhood or even in my town nod and chuckle and remember that story. It must have played out similarly, like, everywhere or something.
