And here’s the problem with coming up with gags way back in 2000, then running them today. Sixteen years is plenty of time for you to forget that iconic series of commercials upon which the gag here is founded. Do you recall?
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‘Triathalon”
I almost spelled it that way in Paste’s word balloon, but it doesn’t look wrong enough. I grew up alongside people who said a lot of words wrong. “Fambly.” “Chimbley.” “Theeatre.” “Nekkid.” “Mathamatics.” “Archaeopteryx.”
Mostly, it’s endearing. Don’tcha think?
If this cartoon seems at all familiar to you… Yeah, that was me with the marker. Thanks for going to get that bib.
No. I’m not making fun of triathletes. I don’t think that this one character I put in today’s comic represents all triathletes everywhere all the time.
You guys know me better than that.
I like to parody individuals, not types.
That’s one goony individual there, ain’t he?
Also, he’s obviously from the East, ’cause he’d have said “DisneyLand” if he was from out West.
I dislike being turned away from a public park for private reasons, but it happens. I live in a city with a lot of people. I get it.
But…
Showed up at Stanky Creek one morning to ride my bike only to discover that a race was about to happen. “Oh, foo. Now I gotta drive to my second choice” I thought, when a guy ran up to see if I was there for the race.
No, I told him, I was there for my usual ride. I didn’t know anything about any race.
He looked kinda guilty and started to gabble some crap about “Putting the race on ALL the websites.”
That’s a lot of websites, ain’t it? And apparently, I don’t look at ANY.
I rode in a couple of other parks that day. It’s cool. Races need to happen. But if you’re in charge of a race, just apologize to those who are inconvenienced by them. Don’t try to tell us that we’re not doing our jobs by looking at your website. I don’t know what website you’ve got. It’s better if I go off to my Plan B without some gabble in my ears.
Cars. You guys who read here regularly know that I catch flak for how I draw, or fail to draw, cars.
But lemme tell ya- as wonky as it looks, the interior of the van in today’s cartoon is WAY better than it could be because I’ve had lots of practice. I’ve been drawing family vans in The Buckets since 2000.
People are all wonderfully squishy and organic and goony looking. Cars, though… yick. Be glad I’m not an auto engineer somewhere. Or, y’know what? Be SAD I’m not an auto engineer somewhere. All those uniform angles and sleek, slim seats? I’d have knocked that on its ear by now. I’d be designing squishy, organic, goony interiors.
And you’d LOVE ’em.
I decided to put the Annie Oakley Buffalo Bill Triathlon into the comic months and months ago, like back in July or August. Now, we’re almost there in Comic Strip Time.
Time is weird in comic strips. I think I’ve said it before… it takes about two seconds, on average, to read a comic strip. That means that, if your storyline has to follow all the characters actions (a conversation, for instance) closely for any reason, it could take a solid month to tell a minute or two worth of ‘real world’ story.
It also means that Dennis the Menace, if we’re to believe that he’s aged no more than about a year and a half over the last 60 years or so, has gotten into enough trouble that his parents should be thinking about having him confined in some sort of high-observation facility where the walls can’t be set on fire under any conceivable circumstances.
And that Hubris has lived about a month or two since I started the website in 2010. You know what that means?
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Yeah. Me neither.
Everything’s funnier with “Dr.” in front of it.
Is everyone getting ready for Christmas? I’m getting new skate shoes.
You can tell they’re mine, because they have extra ankle support and are large enough to fit over an ankle brace, besides.
I figured won’t be much longer that I’ll either have to quit skating or have one of those surgeries where they replace bits of you.
Cyborg Cartoonist. Sounds kinda cool.
Did you ever listen to the comedy albums that made Bob Newhart famous? He had this thing where he’d do half a conversation, and your brain sort of filled in whatever else was needed.
You might also have wondered why I didn’t weigh in so much when everyone was guessing who called Hubris right before lunch. I figured you needed your three guesses.
