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It’s tough, filling a comic strip with characters that aren’t main cast. You gotta go look everyone up and get their eyebrows and skin tones right. Oh, the hours of toil I put in for you guys. And you’re worth it.
I wear a helmet at the skatepark. It’s very uncool. Mostly, I go very early when the cool people haven’t yet gotten out of bed. Everyone knows that getting up early isn’t cool.
But I digress.
Once, at the skatepark, I was trying to master the littlest half pipe. It’s actually so small that your reaction time has to be so fast that the thing is nearly useless for someone of my size.
I had just been asked by a kid, who was also skating early, why I was so careful to wear wrist guards and a helmet. I said it was because I’m generally uncoordinated and not wearing a helmet is equivalent to just kneeling down and smacking my head on the concrete.
He laughed and said that I looked like I was doing okay.
Or something like that. Before he could finish what he was saying, I wobbled badly and came off the skateboard. The sound my helmet made as it smacked against the side of the little half pipe was really impressive. It echoed off nearby buildings in the chilly morning air. If it had been my unprotected head that’d hit, I sure wouldn’t be drawing right now. Drooling a bit and listing to one side, maybe.
I guess I’ll just never be cool.
Two things that led to today’s strip:
One, horsing around with the tall verticals is funny, and yesterday’s strip didn’t take total advantage of that.
Two, I didn’t get started on this until 11:20, and I needed something minimalist. Otherwise, you’d have gotten a Lowell cartoon. Which, I suppose, now means you know what to expect on Friday.
There you go. I’m exhausted.
“Head Over Heels”. Doesn’t really make sense, does it? That’s where your head is supposed to be. I always assume it’s like the other old saying that’s used backward: “You can’t have your cake and eat it, too.” Probably not designed with modern American English in mind. Currant parlance would have it “You can’t EAT your cake, and HAVE it, too.” Y’know, ’cause it’d be gone. So, “Head Over Heels” ought to be “Heels Over Head”.
Or, you could ignore the problem and use P.G. Wodehouse’s version, “Base Over Apex.”
I like that one.
Second of four extra comics for you guys!
Thanks, everyone who’s clicked on the ‘You And Hubris‘ tip jar button and joined Team Hubris!
Ahhh. Getting back on schedule. If I gotta work, then everyone in the comic strip gets to work today… or at least take calls about work.
There you go. No Backsies!
Actually, for any of you guys who wonder about how this strip gets written, or at least plotted (IS there anyone like that?) The story when Mr. Smythe-Cholera first went rafting with his family and Hubris was supposed to be the precursor to today’s strip and the upcoming “Corporate Weekend.” Building all the weird circumstances in between seemed like it should only take me a couple of weeks or so, and I rolled along with it. Now here we are, heaven-knows-how-long down the road, finally touching on the first notes of that story I thought we’d be well into by now.
There you go.
