Posts Tagged Lowell
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.
Hope you enjoyed… or at least noticed, the extra cartoon yesterday. If you didn’t, then you get to see TWO new ones today! Either way, that’s good, right?
You’re probably tired of lawyer and contract talk. Me too. I’ve got another extra cartoon for this weekend. It has bicycles in it.
Here’s a Thursday extra cartoon. Nearly caught up now. I owe you one more extra cartoon until someone drops another little bit in the tip jar. I think I’ll get your next extra this weekend. Cross your fingers.
I signed a vendor contract today so I could do an illustration.
It was only a couple of pages long.
Cartoonists do NOT have elaborate vendor contracts. We mostly just sign away all our rights, and it’s done. Easy peasy.
Aaaand now you know what 412 means.
Don’t you?
I can never tell. You guys are so good at following the little fiddly clues I hand out and guessing what the next thing that’ll happen is, I sometimes get vague, thinking you’ll follow along anyhow.





















