I know how Hubris feels. Too much out-of-normal-routine going on.
Of course, the upside for you is that there’s less blather to read, here.
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We can rarely say what the outcomes of our actions will be, especially in the long term.
One might plan, for instance, to cover a lot of people in glop and aim a camera on them as they rush headlong into a swamp. The outcome you want is to come away with wonderful and hilarious video entertainment for a television show.
Somehow, though, you forget that the effect of a lot of people running into an area not usually traveled by large numbers at once has more to do with the people than it has with the amount of Costco brand canned dog food they’re wearing.
And your plan goes phut. (a word I credit to P.G. Wodehouse, and well done sir!)
On the other hand, that’s the short term. That swamp race goes on til night, y’know. And ‘long term’ might just take it’s own sweet time…
I’ve raised kids. It’s a time of pride when, as the family steps out the door for a long drive, at least one of them says, “I’d better go to the bathroom before we leave.”
On the other hand, I was at a triathlon a few weeks ago. Seems like you’d get up and take care of “your business” before you get all suited up to swim, bike and run. But no. Looooong lines at the porta-johns.
Also, one of you guys emailed and asked for THIS. I offer up the URL for everyone else, just in case.
I’m supposed to get my internet service back tomorrow. Cross your fingers for me.
I recently was pulled across a room to meet someone who would be in charge of a street party. We were introduced by the publisher of the ninja comic I worked on recently, and thought it might have something to do with that. On the other hand- street party at a famous intersection in town. Probably a caricature gig, as those always go over well at public events.
No. I was asked if I juggled, since I am known to ride a unicycle. I explained that I don’t juggle, and I ride a unicycle on trails- riding them in crowds is very different. Falling down on tree roots is one thing. Falling down on baby strollers quite another.
On the other hand- if I COULD do that stuff, I’d be all over street fairs, jack. Mmmmm, yeah. Juggling chainsaws and passing the hat.
“Not a complete list”… that pretty much describes most of the lists I’ve ever run across. You always think of something else later, or you know there’s no way to list everything, or you expect new information later that’ll change the list.
Grocery store lists. Good example. I mean, how often do you get home and when you’re unpacking everything you bought at the grocery store… you realize you need to start a new list ’cause SOMETHING wasn’t on the list you just bought.
Or, in this case… someone gets carted off to the nuthouse and can’t start the Outdoorfest, loses points at the outset and can’t catch up… all because he was, say, running naked through the neighborhood to the north of the swamp singing the Wukilar song and waving a paddle festooned with flashing bicycle lights. That probably wasn’t on the list.
The tricky thing about alcohol- and I’m not the first to say this by any stretch of the imagination- is that it takes away your ability to make considered decisions about time.
I think it was Dennis Miller in one of his Rants books who described having another drink and another, all the while whittling away the hours you intend to sleep before you go to work the next morning. Something along the lines of “Well, I meant to go home an hour ago and get some sleep, and if I leave now, then I could still get five hours before I have to get up… but if I stay another two hours, and skip my shower… Bartender, another round!”
Knowing you have a day and a half to mop up your daily life before a large and time-consuming job, what would YOU do?
Everyone cross your fingers for me.
I know I haven’t been updating Patreon enough(and a couple of you guys are waiting on your patron packs) so it’s rude to ask for lucky mojo from you, too…
But the fact is that I’m anxiously awaiting Saturday night to discover if I’ve won a coveted Silver Reuben in the newspaper illustration division. (It’s coveted by me. I assume others -such as the other two nominees- covet it also)
So, any wicked dance at a crossroads or breath upon a lucky paw of an unlucky rabbit that you’re willing to expend… I’d appreciate it.
Everyone, meet Shelly.
I think you’re going to like Shelly. I like her.
I’m on that No Call list, but I don’t think that “Bill from Microsoft” (I don’t think his name is really Bill.) has access to that list. Him, or that robot lady who keeps calling saying that she’s with my credit card company. Robot ladies apparently don’t know the name of my actual credit card company.
