Leave it to Paste to give everyone something to talk about, and then ask them to talk about something else- both of which will benefit him, of course.
Not, now that I think about it, the kind of personality you want to put the kind of money behind, when that personality only needed the money to prove that he deserved to have money behind him.
Almost like he’s the son of a rich guy or something.
Sigh. Kids.
Jacquée is lobbing softballs for the Mayor. They must have a studio appearance lined up later.
Durnell’s got the Fest on his mind. Can you blame him?
Dusty is cranky, and apparently has a longer memory than a lot of interviewers these days.
I spend a lot of time during news interviews saying, “Didn’t he (or she) do the EXACT OPPOSITE last year and swear it was the right thing and that the OTHER guys were horrible hypocrites? Are ya gonna mention THAT? Even to ask where the change of heart came from? Anything? No?”
If you got someone like Kelly around, by all means, let him do the structural thinking. Just don’t be surprised when he either takes over, or leaves for greener pastures and you can’t do without him. That kinda thing happens, you know, Dusty!
But like any advice, you can find a circumstance that recommends the opposite good advice to whatever good advice you have otherwise. “Two Heads Are Better Than One” leaps to mind, here.
Durnell might need another head to help his out, don’t you think?
Whose head do you suppose he should look for?
Paste is one of those interviews you used to hear about… Tom Cruise on Oprah Winfrey’s show, Crispin Glover on David Letterman’s show, Anyone normal on Jerry Springer’s show, etc… He may not be asked back without some kind of apology, and a legal document with assurances that no weapons will be on his person.
Poor Ol’ Mr. Nutley.
At least, that’s what his neighbors always call him.
So, the poison ivy that I mentioned a while back. Turns out… the poison ivy had ceased to be the problem. I had either scratched, or picked up some dirt and crud during a fall on the trails or… who knows. Cellulitis. My leg swelled up and was turning an angry horrific purple-y red. And I finally went to the doctor. My family is waiting for our new insurance to kick in, so I limped to one of those Doc-In-The-Box things at a pharmacy (thinking it was probably cheaper than visiting my regular doctor. And faster, which seemed to be important by the time I panicked and went.) The Doc in the box was a very nice lady who sent me to the clinic straight down the street as fast as I could safely get there. Some of you might remember the blood clot horror earlier this year. I sure as hell did while getting myself to the clinic. Now it’s been a couple of days on antibiotics and I’m not quite so concerned that I’ll got to sleep and wake up dead.
There was a funny spin I was going to put on this, but all I got now is a Public Service Announcement. I don’t know whether it should be “always have insurance”, or “don’t scratch poison ivy”, or “If you have poison ivy, don’t let your offroad unicycle fling you into a tree, and thence to the dirt.” or “Don’t wait til it’s too late, go to the Doc-In-The-Box” or what the heck the message is, but by golly, there’s a message here somewhere.
How about “Ride Hard, Keep Clean, Marry a Doctor.” No, that can’t be it…
I can see how architects and interior designers would really like the opportunity to just noodle around on rooms as though they had all the time in the world.
That first panel was kinda fun.
I hurt my back the other day.
I was stretching because it’s been cold and the opportunities for any good exercise have been slim.
I hurt my back. Stretching.
I used to do things, you know? I’m not yet at the age where I’m ready to admit that I don’t do things any more, but I’m right there at the age when I can hurt myself not quite doing things.
You know how they call them ‘the terrible twos’? There’s probably a name for the Fifties, too. It’s probably rude.
For anyone who doesn’t get Patreon emails- The packs for new patrons went out. And for all the patrons that have been around for a while- the ‘Season’s Greetings’ packs are, well, late, but on their way.
Yes, that includes the ones to France and Canada! That doesn’t yet include the one to the UK. It’s ready to go, but you’re gonna have to straighten out whatever issue Patreon has with ya- sorry about that.
And if you DON’T get the Patreon update emails, by golly, go click a button and get them.
And if you’re not a Patron through Patreon, by golly, think about it. If everyone who reads Hubris ponied up a buck a month, I’d be forced to add another day’s cartoon every week. And, probably, re-think how to fit everything into my schedule. It’s getting crazy ’round here.
Seriously. Great TV? Lousy reality.
And yet, we still say stuff like “Well, I saw it on TV…”
I guess THAT’s drawing to an end.
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