Posts Tagged Lowell
I remember hearing, years ago, that it was difficult to keep skillful writers on comic books that had large groups in them- Avengers, X-Men, that kind of thing. Something to do with keeping the different voices true and making sure everyone was involved and heroics were showcased in a balanced manner. Easy to mess up.
I know what they mean.
“Happy April Fool’s Day.”
Hey! Guess what one of my favorite movies is?
I think I’m in danger of repeatedly repeating myself. After the horrible revelation that Hannabelle Lechter was a name I’d already bestowed on a Roller Derby Girl, I christened another character Cthula Hanna Belle-Lechter. What a thing.
Now, I’m recycling (or, if you’ll be generous, ‘Creating a running gag out of’) the phrase “He cut the power.” I love that line. Or rather, I love the original movie line “They cut the power.” I like to toss it in occasionally. I used it a while back, and here it is again.
For anyone who hasn’t placed the movie yet, here are more clues. The following line is, I believe, “How could they cut the power? They’re just animals, man!” And the fun doesn’t stop there. Surely you remember the line “You ever been mistaken for a man, Vasquez?” and the retort, “No. Have you?” Or how about, “Is this gonna be a stand up fight, sir, or a bug hunt?”
Y’know what gets me tickled? ACTION WEATHER reports on the local news… when the weather is calm and warm. Because they’re ACTION NEWS, they have to tell you that the weather is balmy, and then warn you to stay tuned in case something… I dunno… El Niños or something. I’m tired of ACTION NEWS. Can we go back to human interest stories and video of local fundraising fairs? 22 minus of murky video of a fire in an abandoned house overnight followed by various murders for three hundred miles in any direction is getting depressing.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Here comes Bluto.
Bluto’s “owner”, it has now been decided, is named Cthula Hanna Belle-Lechter. Cthula to her friends.
Your fine suggestions made it very difficult to make the final decision. I took inspiration from several suggestions, along with my own storytelling devices. You’ll see what I mean as we go.
I think I’ve decided on a tangled skein of storytelling that you guys won’t unravel too quickly. You wish me luck, I’ll wish you luck.
So… ‘Lurlene’ has come up fairly often as Crazy Dog Lady’s name… though the local police dispatch’s name is Lurlene, and I don’t think this lady works with the police. No. And having two Lurlenes might lead to some funny concept humor, but it’s not exactly the way I like to write… There have been some other fine suggestions, though. I think we can come up with something pretty good for Crazy Dog Lady. If you’ve got any more ideas, get ’em in here. I’m still making up my mind.
So- I’ve got another Patreon Patron to send stuff to. Thanks for clicking on the Patreon button and/or the ‘You and Hubris’ button and making Hubris continue!
I’ve got the final story arc in mind, but I don’t want to get to it within the next five years or so. Everything you guys do staves off that last big story.
Also, gonna be at HeroesCon in Charlotte in May. Feel free, if you can make it to Charlotte, to come by and visit a bit! Or more than a bit. That’d be cool. I hope to have the Stanky Creek Book by then. Cross your fingers.
Contrast. That’s what this strip needs every week or two. A little contrast in storytelling style. Right?
When I went through last year’s cartoons to pick out twelve to put in for consideration in the National Cartoonist Society’s Reuben Awards Division, I realized that Hubris is more Long-Form than it used to be. I entered us in the Short Form Online Cartoon Division, but it was hard to pull out twelve cartoons that stood alone as funny without needing another cartoon to complete the thought or gag. Now, I’ve noticed that I’ve used Clem’s voice to leave us at cliffhangers instead of punchlines, for instance.
Maybe next year, I’ll enter Hubris in the Long-Form comics division.
Happy March! Spring is on the way. And Daylight Savings Time. And allergy season.
Don’t you love this time of year. Once we get a little past this part, then it’s tax season, with all its festivities.
Ohhhh, I just depressed myself.





















