Oh, the end of the day, when it’s time to assess, reflect, and refine your goals for the following morning, right?
You just need a trusted ear, and a moment to bend it a little.
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Let’s face it. The glitter is not what needed cleaning up.
The leftover crowd that didn’t wanna go home needed cleaning up.
And who better to know how to drive away every single person around her than Dusty?
Or, to be completely fair, who’s gonna stick around when there’s several hundred pounds of glitter to clean up. Honestly, it just doesn’t work that way. Glitter doesn’t ‘clean’. Glitter, by its very nature is the opposite of clean, and therefore cannot be cleaned.
Your best hope is that it doesn’t kill everyone and despoil the environment for a hundred miles in any direction. It’s GLITTER, after all.
Dusty doesn’t just start stuff, she PLANS to start stuff before she starts stuff.
See, that’s a sign of a real people manager. You plan, you get your people to work that plan, you punch a guy in the head to mark the start of the plan…
Nikki is like a lot of us. She’s taking control of her life.
Bob is like a lot of us. He’s given up trying to control what can’t be controlled.
While I believe Nikki is new to trying to this organized and specified life, she seems to have embraced it.
Bob embraces the sort of philosophy that fosters calm during a storm. If you don’t mind storms because you can’t control the weather, then there’s not a lot of frustration when life isn’t what you wrote down last month.
I don’t think Nikki knows how Bob’s universe works.
I don’t either, but I’m not in today’s strip, am I?
Bob doesn’t do gloom and worry, so his vocabulary doesn’t include the wordplay of armageddon.
I don’t think Enis can be trusted to know what he says he knows.
For that matter, he probably can’t be trusted to think what he says he thinks, or even that he says what he says that he says.
Now, THAT’s untrustworthy.
News spreads like wildfire at the Fest! I guess with that many people all crammed together, lots of things spread like wildfire. News, Gossip, Talk, Innuendo, etc. Vomiting, as we’ve seen. The Flu, once would expect. COVID, if this were the real world (but in the Hubrisverse, there ain’t no such thing because it depresses me.), food poisoning, fleas, unmentionable vulgar medical issues we also don’t wish to deal with here ’cause they ain’t funny… and, of course, Wildfires. Those would, by definition, spread like wildfire. Campfire, too, if left unattended would spread like wildfire after a certain point. You can probably guess the point at which it begins to spread like wildfire.
Just gonna leave that joke riiiiiight here for ya.
Paste is settling into his role as ‘casually callous celebrity’ (CCC) pretty well, isn’t he?
And Lowell seems to be settling into another role entirely. Very fulfilling, I’m sure.
Paste is where he wants to be. Nikki is where she needs to be, so Hubris absconded and went where he needed to be, right?
“All in their places with bright shining faces”
