Posts Tagged hubris
You should never say that anything is a particular superlative… without qualification.
What I mean is, if you say, “This is the worst meal ever.” you should probably qualify it, or the Great Universal Sense Of Humor will kick in and the next meal you’re presented with will still be moving and will cause explosive disembowelment or something. If you say, “You are the biggest liar!” to someone, someone else will come along and sucker you into something even scammier. (According to spellcheck, I just invented the word ‘scammier’.)
So, if you say some kind of bike racer is the weirdest, you’re just opening the door to something you hadn’t planned on ever seeing.
It’s like double-dog daring the universe to be more startling than you’re prepared for. And that the dumbest thing anyone could do.
Uh-oh. I superlatived. Watch out. Something’s gonna be dumber than ever now.
If you’re not expecting the Crazy-Ball game to run over you, your reflexes probably aren’t going to save you.
You just circle the wagons (or, in this case, the Judges booths) and wait for the arrival.
Things are getting weirder. Must be late Saturday afternoon at the ‘Fest.
You know, Mob Rules is almost the opposite of Crazyball- wherein individuals call out rules and everyone obeys.
And yet… Mobs and Crazyball look kinda alike.
Couldn’t start the boats without starting the bikes! They have to meet up, after all.
I don’t know if all these are gonna make it.
I don’t think Paste could talk anyone into competing naked.
I do think that anyone who sorta wanted to compete naked, and was told by Paste that the competition was being held as a nude event, would do everything they could to believe what he said.
That happens in a lot of way in everyday life.
I mean, it must, right?
How else would anyone believe that Discovery channel guy with the spaceman hair, or for-profit prophets who have the time and date of the end of the world worked out despite everything that’s ever come before, or that flat-earthed video I was shown? You have to wanna believe that stuff before you hear it- or there’s not lot of room for persuasion left.
This couple that’s talking to Hubris right now? Not people who had not before considered nude competition.
You don’t want ALL your dreams to come true, do you?
Gotta leave something to strive for. That means either you gotta keep adding in better dreams as ones come true, or you gotta plump up the ones you got.
Like “I’d like to be an Air Force pilot” might, upon realizing that you’re about to earn your wings, become “I’ma be an astronaut, you know. Someday soon.”
Tend those dreams, folks!!
My dream was to do syndicated comic strips. I’ve had to modify here and there.
One of my favorite old comic strips was Dennis The Menace.
I remember one gag where Dennis and Joey are looking over a disemboweled machine and Dennis tells Joey (who’s holding out a hammer) “You can’t fix no alarm clock with a big ol’ hammer! Bring me a little hammer.”
I don’t really have a point to make about that except Hank Ketcham was funny, and it’s gonna take a big hammer to get Lowell’s wagon rolling again.
What is it about wagon rides? Yes, I know what you’re all thinking- about that famous old comic strip that was the hit of the funny pages all those years ago. The protagonist of the comic strip, perched with his goofy buddy on top of a rattling wagon plowing downhill, all the while discussing some counterpoint- something totally unrelated with the reckless wagon ride that inevitably ended in a crash in the last panel. Oh, I know we all miss those old comic strips. ‘Skippy’ was QUITE the feature, what with the record sales of sheet music and the movie version of the comic strip, and all the paper dolls and toys and endorsed products. I know I still insist on ‘Skippy’ peanut butter, even if the manufacturers are in dispute over the licensing contract with the owners of the old ‘Skippy’ comic strip name they purchased back in the depression. If I were around back then, I know I would have wanted to take one of Skippy’s mad downhill rides to ruin. Just like Hubris does nowadays.
Gosh, I bet other cartoonists have done wagon rides with their characters, too.





















