Well, I think this guy’s wound a little too tightly, and will probably sleep well tonight. Or whenever he finally stops moving and his legs quit twitching.
Posts Tagged Judges
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.
Personality comes into judging, doesn’t it? I mean, if we all saw things the same way and felt the same way about what we saw, there’d hardly be a reason for judges.
But if we feel our judgements aren’t being respected, well, we feel WE aren’t being respected. And, as we all know that if everyone just felt and behaved the we ourselves behaved, there would be no war and no poverty- if we ourselves aren’t being respected, those who don’t respect us are enemies of peace and plenty. Anarchists and Huns, obviously.
There’s no actual reason that the judges for an event have to like one another, is there? No, so long as they’re impartial. That’s the important thing. They can’t have anything for or against the competitors.
Even if they’re kicking the other judges shins under the table.
The discs on the front of the judge’s table are a li’l tip of the hat to the Stanky Creek Outdoorfest board game I work on now and again. I haven’t had a chance to, lately, with all the corporate work to do, but one’a these days soon, by golly, I’m going to get the next set of changes made to it…
…and start testing again. There’s a lot of testing that goes into games.
From the beginning, I wanted Hubriscomics to be kid-friendly… y’know, no nudity (I’d probably have more readership if I was one of those webcomics that put the girlies in bikinis every so often, but I just ain’t feelin’ it.) and no swearing, no drug humor… not as strictly as a newspaper would enforce things- I just had something different in mind. And then there’s the temptation to make a point with swearing, and I’ve avoided that, too. Too easy, really. But it does lead to some fairly juvenile vocabulary now and again. Today’s strip is a good example- “Midnight Urines” is funny to me. Partly because I grew up in a place where stilted euphemisms were occasionally pretty artful, and so I find them entertaining, and partly because I have fun picking through words I can use to see what sounds funny. Paste using the term ‘Wee’ for dog puddles (or unicorn puddles, if you’ve been reading for THAT long) tickles me. In my head, Durnell’s rural speaking voice is really funny when he’s trying to be a Southern Gentleman and avoid the use of the word ‘piss’. He doesn’t want to be that vulgar, so what he comes up with, while not exactly vulgar, is stilted enough to have it’s own goofy charm. I hope you agree… and that you hear something like Jeff Foxworthy’s accent while reading Durnell’s speech balloons.
Thank heaven for modern medicine. I’m surviving my double infection. Not only that, but I’ve been able to continue working on a massively short deadline on a super-massively work-intensive job. During which I’ve been letting the DVDs of ‘The Big Bang Theory’ play in the background. That’s one funny show.