Extra cartoon this week! Happy Thursday!
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I know a lot of webcomics tease you with vague nudity and even some overtly sexual content. I’m sorry if you’ve come to Hubris for any of that.
‘Cause what you get is Lowell’s butt after a bungie wedgie. And that’s, like, the opposite of sexy.
For those of you in the U.S… yesterday was GroundHog Day. I hope you had a wonderful holiday, and are not now feeling the effects of drinking too much Hog Nog while standing around out-of-doors in the middle of cold and flu season.
For those of you outside the U.S…. GroundHog Day is a day when we wait with held breath to see if a GroundHog (look it up, I swear they’re really called that) will come out of a hole in the ground in some Yankee city somewhere. Mythology tells us that if he sees his shadow, there’ll be six more weeks of winter. Reality tells us that even if the toothy little bastard doesn’t see his shadow, there’s still pretty much six more weeks of winter. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Doesn’t matter, and no one quite ever remembers from year to year, so far as I know. No &%)$. This is what passes for a holiday around here. And then we all watch a Bill Murray movie, which kind of makes up for the rest of it.
It’s tough, filling a comic strip with characters that aren’t main cast. You gotta go look everyone up and get their eyebrows and skin tones right. Oh, the hours of toil I put in for you guys. And you’re worth it.
I wear a helmet at the skatepark. It’s very uncool. Mostly, I go very early when the cool people haven’t yet gotten out of bed. Everyone knows that getting up early isn’t cool.
But I digress.
Once, at the skatepark, I was trying to master the littlest half pipe. It’s actually so small that your reaction time has to be so fast that the thing is nearly useless for someone of my size.
I had just been asked by a kid, who was also skating early, why I was so careful to wear wrist guards and a helmet. I said it was because I’m generally uncoordinated and not wearing a helmet is equivalent to just kneeling down and smacking my head on the concrete.
He laughed and said that I looked like I was doing okay.
Or something like that. Before he could finish what he was saying, I wobbled badly and came off the skateboard. The sound my helmet made as it smacked against the side of the little half pipe was really impressive. It echoed off nearby buildings in the chilly morning air. If it had been my unprotected head that’d hit, I sure wouldn’t be drawing right now. Drooling a bit and listing to one side, maybe.
I guess I’ll just never be cool.
Two things that led to today’s strip:
One, horsing around with the tall verticals is funny, and yesterday’s strip didn’t take total advantage of that.
Two, I didn’t get started on this until 11:20, and I needed something minimalist. Otherwise, you’d have gotten a Lowell cartoon. Which, I suppose, now means you know what to expect on Friday.
There you go. I’m exhausted.
“Head Over Heels”. Doesn’t really make sense, does it? That’s where your head is supposed to be. I always assume it’s like the other old saying that’s used backward: “You can’t have your cake and eat it, too.” Probably not designed with modern American English in mind. Currant parlance would have it “You can’t EAT your cake, and HAVE it, too.” Y’know, ’cause it’d be gone. So, “Head Over Heels” ought to be “Heels Over Head”.
Or, you could ignore the problem and use P.G. Wodehouse’s version, “Base Over Apex.”
I like that one.
If you haven’t been here to the site over the weekend, you might have to hit the ‘previous’ comic strip button a time or two…
Second of four extra comics for you guys!
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