Kara is putting two and two together.
I have no idea what her math skills are like.
What do you think?
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Er’body remembers that Paste has a real name, too, right? ‘Carlaisle’ And before anyone wants to comment on the spelling of his name, remember that this is the woman who named her firstborn ‘Hubris’, so…
Poor Carl. Yeeeaaaaah.
I wonder if Carl got called that by a lotta people who knew Dorothy Draussen back then, or if something between then and now made her into the woman that Dorothy Foris is.
You guys have been wondering the same thing, I bet. Keeping you up at night and all?
I don’t know what you pictured in your head when we got to the part about Mr. Cranky and Miz Cravettes, but… shame on you. Icky.
I have an issue with Flax.
When I was first doing The Buckets cartoons, I worked hard at trying to write ones that my mentor would approve and use. (writing was not my job, but this was an opportunity to learn and benefit, so…)
I wrote a few gags about adult cereals (as opposed to any cereals with colors, cartoon mascots, or flavor.) and sometimes populated backgrounds with the parents in the comic eating breakfast. When considering what to lampoon with my cereal boxes, I chose to think up a grain that was not cultivated primarily for human consumption, and the inedible parts of domestic grain. I made up ‘Flax & Chaff’ cereal. My mentor Scott found it amusing, and I stuck with it- proud to have invented a cereal that no self-respecting human would eat.
And then, of course, they started making cereal out of Flax. You can go buy it now. I wouldn’t. In fact, I WON’T, because it’s not food, and I thought of it first anyway.
Flax and Fruit, though. Whew. That’ll clear some pipes.
A science enthusiast like, say, Shelly, would notice that as these chaotic panels continue that they knit themselves into parallel narratives.
Thus, the OutdoorFest, far from being chaos itself, is bringing order to a disordered system. Such a thing, physically speaking, generates heat, and adds to the overall chaos of the universal physics and will eventually lead to the heat-death of the universe and the end of all molecular movement. Party!
But in the smaller scale of the neighborhood in which Hubris works? The Chaos is being Ordered. Not in an even pattern or anything, but…
Well, we’ll all see, won’t we?
There’s obviously a game of ‘telephone’ going on in the area. What started off as ‘Miz Cravettes lost her robe and hair in the Bouncy Castle, and Bob had to escort her home’ has mutated into ‘Bob’s dating Gollum after they met in the Bouncy Castle’ and will, over time, become a legendary romance between the surfer guy in ‘Point Break’ and a CGI character in a castle on the moon.
Sorry for the delay. I changed my production schedule and my brain doesn’t ‘get’ the new flow.
Things in the bouncy castle got entertaining! Poor children got all traumatized, then calmed down, then got all traumatized all over again.
Not sure how traumatized Bob is. He’s vague about how weirded out he may or may not be.
Poor ol’ Miz Cravettes. There are so few joys left in her life. It’s very nice for her that she found a police officer who hasn’t yet taken any reports from her and is therefore still willing to write things down instead of just pretending to. Officer Pettigrew, I am assured, has saved a great deal of pencil lead and pen ink by only mimicking the action of writing things down when she gets as far as, “And I’ve phoned the Senate on several occasions, but THEY don’t seem…”
Unfortunately, you still have to listen at first to make sure she’s not talking about something that’s actually happening. It can be time consuming, but you remind yourself that the boy who cried ‘Wolf” actually knew whether or not there were wolves before he started yelling. Miz Cravettes? She might not know one way or t’other.
Shoes are… not a good award.
Unless you’ve somehow won some Nike and Hoka sponsored race where they have to give you decent shoes in your own size.
And preferably in your own choice of color, ’cause some running shoes look like they’re designed to make drivers on the road swerve to avoid you in case the clashing colors somehow ruin their eyesight or give them acid flashbacks.
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