Was Hubris ever made aware, so long ago, that Wilma Wiggins-Ross conjured a little rain when it was needed at the Outdoorfest? She drew a turtle and said a word of Cherokee and Bam! Were Marco and Raleigh aware?
Now, with Marco and Raleigh apparently convinced that there’s something Hubris can do to chance the circumstances of the rain, they’re apparently believers in weather witchery.
Animals are so superstitious.
Silly.
Everybody seems to be on the same wavelength.
That’s so sweet.
Did someone point out that Hubris was supposed to be sharp enough to have brought a tent?
Yes, I think you did.
And yes, you’re right.
He brought it.
Too late now, of course.
Hubris is doing what we all wish we could do, right?
You get a few dollars in the ol’ bank account and then you go live it up doing exactly what you’ve been hoping to do for years and years.
Yessir. Happiness is retirement.
Hubris talks to his fur buddies the same way I figure the average person talks to cousins. You like ’em okay, and you don’t get to spend as much time with them as you probably should… but still, you have to be cagey in what you say.
Hubris couldn’t say, “Seriously? You got a tattoo of McDonald’s logo. Yikes, guy. Have you regretted that yet?” That’d be rude. You gotta hang with the cousins for a while before you can just blurt out things like that.
At least, that’s how people used to do it.
Not.
Hey! You ever see the old movie “Barbarella”? It’s old, weird, counterculture sci-fi stuff.
And, once you check into it, you find out that a lot of crazy stuff came from it. You see bits of what would become other science fiction movies later on, and you see references that you think must have influenced things that you’d never have guessed came off some crazy ol’ Jane Fonda hippy sci-fi film.
Like the band name “Duran Duran.” Didja know that? Bet not.
You know you’re not trying to get anywhere particular if you’re surprised to discover… a trail underfoot.
Awwwww. That’s sweet.
Hubris is still alive.
Nice, right?
And so our hero sets out on new adventures in other places.
There’s no telling when we’ll get to swing back around to his doings.
But as the comic strip is named for him, I suspect it won’t be, like, forever.
Stress is plentiful. There’s more than enough for everyone, and many of us have more than our fair share.
So it’s right that someone, somewhere, has none. It’s gotta average out somehow. One day, the person whose turn it is to be totally stress free-will then get stressed anyway. And that, my friends, is the beginning of the end.
And if that last stress-free soul is a raccoon, well sirs and madams, we were really, really overstressed.
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