Posts Tagged Mr. Honcho
Of course people are proud of little bronze -colored plastic cups on faux-wooden stands. You EARN those things.
You can’t win, you know. Your instincts and your forebrain and real life aren’t on the same page. They’re not even reading from the same book, no matter what anyone tries to tell you.
Want to hear one of my favorite theories? This is a fun one. Share it, but remember to tell everyone you heard it here.
You know how boys tend to do stupid stuff “to impress girls”? And everyone stands around going “Why’s that idiot riding his bike with no hands, standing up on the handlebars?” and “Why’s that kid mouthing off to his buddies about his sports abilities and injuries?” and “Doesn’t he realize that girls aren’t impressed by that macho crap?”
Well, they’re right. It doesn’t make sense that guys do dumb things in front of girls to impress them.
That’s not what they’re doing.
They’re doing stuff to intimidate and drive off the other males, thus having more opportunity with the females for themselves. Pure biology, but we insist on seeing it the wrong way ’round.
We need a Jane Goodall primatologist for people. Someone to sit around the mall and say, “The loud male I call ‘Zippy’ in the red shirt is posturing in front of his friends and bullying elderly humans in hopes of mating with the blonde cheerleader I have named “Ditzy”. I will follow their progress closely.”
There are always fascinating branches of possibilities when designing the stories for this comic strip. Hopefully, there are so many possibilities, and everyone’s sensibilities are so different, that I can tell an engaging story to you, and you can all still say, “Why, yes! Everyone acted within their own character and still I was surprised and entertained as they all re-acted to one another! How well you know these strange people that live in your head, Mr. Cravens!”
Sure. That’s what you’re saying every time I load up a new strip, right?
Oh, and Happy Halloween, Y’all.