I won’t say that golf is totally counter-intuitive… But there’s an awful lot of stuff to learn if you want to play, and not all of it makes sense on the surface.
Really, even the concept is a little tricky. “Get the ball into that little hole, dozens of yards away? Why don’t I just plunk the first six or seven into that handy lake? That’s what they seem to want to do anyhow.”
So far as I know, this is the last Hubris cartoon of 2016. Next week, you get a Christmas image and I get a week to spend with my family. Family includes my brother, so hopefully I’ll have some silly photos before and after I get some ridiculous injury. He’s coordinated and outdoorsy. I try to keep up, but let’s face it… I draw funny pictures. Nice Hand/Eye coordination, but not so much past the wrist or brain stem, y’know?
Y’all have lovely Christmases, and Hannukahs, and Festivuses, and Agnosticas and Winter Solstices and End-Of-The-Tax-Years, and New Yearses. Be good to one another. Be the kinds of people you wish everyone else was. See ya here in 2017.
‘Triathalon”
I almost spelled it that way in Paste’s word balloon, but it doesn’t look wrong enough. I grew up alongside people who said a lot of words wrong. “Fambly.” “Chimbley.” “Theeatre.” “Nekkid.” “Mathamatics.” “Archaeopteryx.”
Mostly, it’s endearing. Don’tcha think?
I wasn’t going to draw Lowell trying to seat himself at the table with everyone. You can imagine it every bit as well, and maybe better, than I could have drawn it for you. Eww, you got a filthy mind.
Yeah, it’s easy to say “Wow, Lowell is a crappy neighbor.” But when you’re of a clearer mind, it’s ALSO easy to say, “Wow, Paste is a really, really crappy neighbor.”
Look. Unicycle riders get enough stupid comments as it is. This yahoo ain’t helpin’. Click HERE for the story.
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