Mr. Nutley isn’t really cut out for this sort of thing, poor guy.
He was probably okay with Mrs. Nutley and the kids taking up bicycles and all, but I don’t think he’s constitutionally prepared to join in, himself.
If you need someone to drop you off and meet you at the end of the bike ride with ice cream, though… I bet he’s that husband and father.
I don’t know who’s realized it, but Dusty isn’t particularly nice. In front of the camera, hosting her TV show- yeah, she’s bright and effusive and all that, but otherwise… I dunno. Secretly, I think she chuckles when she squishes bugs.
Kara said she needed to talk to somebody. I guess she was just being methodical deciding who it was she’d talk to?
What’s nice, of course, is that the last person she decided to talk to is an expert in such things, and had wine. It would have been difficult on Kara to have to circle back to someone else as the best choice.
Or start talking to utter strangers, hoping that they had wine. THOSE conversations get weird.
Mrs. Nutley has her work cut out and placed before her, doesn’t she?
Shepherd her five young’uns around this lunacy and hope they’ll discover a reason to go outside and play, while never seeing the kind of thing that haunts her darkest fear- something that might injure one of the li’l angels.
There’s Tiger Moms, Overprotective Moms, Helicopter Parents, Snowplow Parenting… but what about simple “I put a lot of time and energy into these people I love and I don’t want ’em getting smooshed out there in the big bad world” Parenting?
Or are those all variations on the same thing?
Good people won’t break a commandment.
Great people will break one to save you.
Welcome back, please, Mr. Chase Ambule. He’s a jerk, but he’s our jerk. I guess.
Maybe we could trade him in on a better grade of jerk.
CrazyAl is a fun guy to draw into the strip. You guessed that, didn’t you?
Writing you guys into the cartoon is a little tricky. I don’t have your voices in my head- not like Paste’s and Bob’s voices are just kinda ‘there’ when I need them. So… If and when I draw you into this mess, and it doesn’t exactly SOUND like you? You have my apologies. Show your friends anyhow. They’ll think it’s cool.
Geez. Is it Monday again already?
I had a discussion with a friend of mine about the Peanuts cartoon that ran this past Saturday. Peanuts is a comic strip you don’t normally have to recall the previous day’s cartoon to enjoy, but this was a Summer Camp Story arc, and involved a kid who didn’t want to talk with anyone. It seemed to be part of a running gag because it wasn’t necessarily funny by itself, but only when tied to the rest of the series.
Today’s Hubris is kinda like that. Maybe not funny by itself… but it’s part of the pace. I guess it’ll look good in the book.
I considered having her call the kids ‘Nutlets.’ But only for a very short moment.
The madness passed.
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