There’s a line in one of those James Bond themes… “If you think you’ve won, you never saw me change the game that we’ve been playing”
Paste, though, isn’t playing logrolling, or even playing Outdoorfest.
You know what game he’s playing.
As I get older, I miss things, and I discover new things.
I can’t really say whether the things I miss or the things I discover have at all been good for me.
They do keep me amused, though, I’ll tell ya that.
I’ve reached the age when business associates often aren’t old enough to remember the great stuff I do. TV shows, Comic Books, Toys.
The new things I discover are the same crap you’ve overheard your elders speak about your whole life. Your body betrays you. Age isn’t a gradual process, but a series of abrupt horrors.
All that stuff, combined with being of an age to pay attention to the news and, like every generation before mine, decide that society has honestly gone into the toilet in my lifetime, leads me toward what should be depression.
Then I remember that I’m a cartoonist. And I draw a funny picture or two. Like today’s cartoon. Then I feel much, much better.
So I might as well share, right?
Simple sports.
We need more of those. Checkers. Horseshoes. 52 Pickup.
As a cartoonist whose wife once worked in a Burn Unit years ago, it’s my professional advice not to put swamp goo on a burned scalp.
Tell your friends.
Mud treatments. They crop up. People have put mud on their skin for a long time for a lot of reasons.
Of course, I’m talking about movies and TV. I Love Lucy. There was a mud pack gag there, right? And Arnold Schwarzenegger. He used mud to disguise his body heat from The Predator. In The Rabbit Of Seville, Bugs puts concrete on Elmer’s face in place of a mud treatment. In Lonesome Dove, Janey puts mud on Roscoe’s wasp stings. Yes, Mud for all reasons and for all seasons. Mud.
Feel free to fill the comment section with your own knowledge of mud poultices and mud pies. It’ll distract you from the fact that I filled this space with random gabble because I couldn’t think of anything interesting to say today.
I went to visit my oldest son at college over the weekend.
I miss college.
He, being in it, doesn’t miss it. He just wishes it’d give him a miss now and again, I think.
So, the poison ivy that I mentioned a while back. Turns out… the poison ivy had ceased to be the problem. I had either scratched, or picked up some dirt and crud during a fall on the trails or… who knows. Cellulitis. My leg swelled up and was turning an angry horrific purple-y red. And I finally went to the doctor. My family is waiting for our new insurance to kick in, so I limped to one of those Doc-In-The-Box things at a pharmacy (thinking it was probably cheaper than visiting my regular doctor. And faster, which seemed to be important by the time I panicked and went.) The Doc in the box was a very nice lady who sent me to the clinic straight down the street as fast as I could safely get there. Some of you might remember the blood clot horror earlier this year. I sure as hell did while getting myself to the clinic. Now it’s been a couple of days on antibiotics and I’m not quite so concerned that I’ll got to sleep and wake up dead.
There was a funny spin I was going to put on this, but all I got now is a Public Service Announcement. I don’t know whether it should be “always have insurance”, or “don’t scratch poison ivy”, or “If you have poison ivy, don’t let your offroad unicycle fling you into a tree, and thence to the dirt.” or “Don’t wait til it’s too late, go to the Doc-In-The-Box” or what the heck the message is, but by golly, there’s a message here somewhere.
How about “Ride Hard, Keep Clean, Marry a Doctor.” No, that can’t be it…
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.
Sorry for the delay, troops! Big storm here yesterday (check out the radar animation they put up on Washingtonpost.com- the storm looked like an explosion on the radar. Anyhow, no internet here at Hubris central. I’m doing a workaround by running up giant bills on my cell phone.
Let’s say “thanks” to all the worriers of the world. They’re the reason we have helmets, inspections, accountants, public address systems, insurance, and people minding the store. And ulcers. They also gave us all ulcers. They had them first, of course, and wanted to make sure the rest of us had them, too.
Also, Thanks to you guys for the birthday wishes, and thanks, Bic, for resubmitting your application!
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