If you begin and end a weird day with a particular phrase, does the day dictate the phrase or the phrase dictate the day? Ahhhh, and there’s where Superstition comes in.
Y’know, instead of regular Stition.
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There used to be a series of TV commercials exhorting you to, under times of stress, to have a Snickers bar and recenter your existence or something.
I found myself, once, climbing out of the Royal Gorge in Colorado, and, after having taken my life in my hands scooting out onto a support beam to swing onto the moving incline train (which had not been moving in the hour or two it took me to climb as far as I had to that point) I thought I’d enjoy the Snickers bar that was jammed in my PFD pocket. After the first bite I resolved to send my story to the company that owned the Snickers name and tell them how I’d taken their commercial’s advice.
And then the incline train stopped.
And it was no longer parked over the support beam.
And I had to swing out over open space in order to let myself down onto the tracks and begin the climb up the rest of the canyon wall… while hoping that the train would not start back up and kill me.
And I decided, “&^%$ Snickers.”
Ever been out in the woods late and you look around into the bushes and see little green glows? I can tell you, it makes you stop and have long conversations about whether green reflections or red reflections are carnivores. Lots to discuss all of a sudden when it’s an hour hike back to the road and you count fifty seven li’l green glows.
I gotta get me one of those hills.
I won’t say that golf is totally counter-intuitive… But there’s an awful lot of stuff to learn if you want to play, and not all of it makes sense on the surface.
Really, even the concept is a little tricky. “Get the ball into that little hole, dozens of yards away? Why don’t I just plunk the first six or seven into that handy lake? That’s what they seem to want to do anyhow.”
Sorry for the color version posting late. I hope the early readers enjoyed the unadulterated, underestimated, lovely B&W version.
You know at least one of those folks, right? The ones that make you think you’d really like to live as long and as well as they have?
On that note, I have to say that Mr. Lee was that guy for me. He stood around and met the students coming into my kids’ elementary/middle school. I figured he was in his 70’s maybe. Then I found out he had been at the bombing of Pearl Harbor. He was in his late 90s when he died, but up until that last year and after a serious surgery, he was fit and engaged and very much there with us. Amazing.
Mr. Lee, you were amazing for so many reasons. Tip of my hat, sir.
Him, and my buddy Kevin William’s grandfather. I never met him, but I like Kev’s stories about him. It’d be nice if stories like that were told of us, right? I think my stories are going to be more like, “Yeah, he could draw, but by the end, there, he was a’scribblin’ all over the walls of his padded cell and he couldn’t tell ya the days of the week nor nothin’. Still did nice caricatures, though. Like a machine, or somethin’.”
“Lake Snafu”… There’s gotta be something I can do with THAT name.
Wool. You don’t dress cranky people in wool.
This is one of those comics that doesn’t fly as well with the old-fashioned-newspaper-comic crowd. You know the ones. The readers who really like some of the old, well mulched down comic strips- the ones that don’t make you think.
I like the cartoons that carry you into the implied story- inviting you to create the backstory or envisioning the next occurrence… and then you realize that there’s a whole ‘nother cartoon that comes from inside your head, and not off my pencil, that I gave you the hint for.
The first time I recall seeing such a cartoon was an old Dennis the Menace. All in one panel, Mr. Mitchell has gotten out of his car (briefcase in his hand, hat on his head, tie loose… he’s just getting home, don’t you think?) and Mr. Wilson, sweating and angry, is leaning across the hedge and scowling at Mr. Mitchell. I think Dennis was nervously watching from a distance. Mr. Mitchell says, “Let me get this straight… Dennis broke your CROW BAR?”
Darn funny writing. Whole backstory for you to create. And foreshadowing some more funny business. Nice.
So far as I know, this is the last Hubris cartoon of 2016. Next week, you get a Christmas image and I get a week to spend with my family. Family includes my brother, so hopefully I’ll have some silly photos before and after I get some ridiculous injury. He’s coordinated and outdoorsy. I try to keep up, but let’s face it… I draw funny pictures. Nice Hand/Eye coordination, but not so much past the wrist or brain stem, y’know?
Y’all have lovely Christmases, and Hannukahs, and Festivuses, and Agnosticas and Winter Solstices and End-Of-The-Tax-Years, and New Yearses. Be good to one another. Be the kinds of people you wish everyone else was. See ya here in 2017.
