Well, you almost didn’t get this one. My computer decided to cut up rough about what it will and won’t do this evening. It SAYS it’s a software thing, but you know these machines. They just can’t WAIT for the a.i. uprising.
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Orange. Lotta orange when you draw up Sportsmart doings.
If you’re seeing today’s cartoon in black and white, you’re seeing it before I finally get the chance to color it. If you’re seeing it in color, you’re from the FUTURE!!
Also, everything you see in the cartoon was done on an iPad in ProCreate. I do NOT have the hang of ProCreate. Some cartoonists, however, do. I will be one of them one day. In the FUTURE. This, I vow.
You’ve been in meetings like that, right? Planning new projects, or parties, or programs… and the plans overshoot what you need, then overshoot what you were hoping for, then they overshoot what lies within the powers of mortal mankind.
Then you gotta dial it back to “Well, we’ve got enough budget to get four dozen balloons and a chicken nuglet platter from Chick-Fil-A instead.”
So, I’ve got this doctor thing tomorrow. And I can’t have caffeine all day today, right? So, I haven’t.
There’s probably a conclusion to that idea, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out what the hell it is.
Time is all weird, and I can feel the great grandmother of all headaches coming, I feel like I need a nap, and by tomorrow morning, when I haven’t had enough caffeine to make a neuron jiggle, I’m supposed to do some kind of stress test and run on a treadmill.
And I bet I know what the result of the test will be. That I can never have sweet, sweet caffeine again.
Goodbye, thoughts. It’s been nice having you.
I wonder how many lawyers and business folk have to talk out loud to get the sense of the contracts they write.
I talk mostly to give me something to listen to, and keep the echoes in my brainpan from confusing me.
It’s … charming… when you realize that all the dialogue (usually I worry that I’m saddling everyone with too much dialogue) can all just be thrown out because the pictures tell the story.
I hope you’re charmed. And even if you’re not, I’ve saved you, like, two seconds of time you would have spent reading lettering. I know you’re busy.
“Why’s the kid keep saying “Paste”?”
Y’know, it might be EMBARRASSING to just ask. He might have some nervous issues or something. Who can tell, right? The kid’s doctor… or his, I dunno… Parents…
You ever just run out of happy to share with everyone? Maybe it’s like blood, or pocket change, or something, and eventually there just isn’t any to hand over.
Or, maybe you’ve just run into one of those people you can’t get along with.
Everyone, meet David.
I got word today that my new stickers are about to ship. They’re less Hubrissy than previous stickers, but I reckon that all Patrons of Hubris wouldn’t mind a sticker or two along with their new thank-you packets.
I should apologize- I’m not very good yet at posting updates to Patrons. But a few time-eating projects have been dealt with, so I’ll get my act together. Thanks!
