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.
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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!
I’m skirting the edge of the kind of sexist joke I typically don’t bother with.
You’re welcome.
Jumped out of another plane.
It was actually the same plane, but you get the idea.
The first time? Your brain is micro-memorizing things, and you do stuff wrong.
The second time, you have your little list of ‘to-do’ and your brain has something other than panic to work with.
This time went a lot faster, I can tell you.
But I did steer better. Though I might have steered us toward some of the other skydivers. The guys in charge won’t tell you, but my instructor dude (Christian Young, this time) sure made a yelp and steered us around again when I suddenly made a hard left that one time, and my uncle passed through my wake, apparently. Never knew parachutes caused much of a a wake, one way or the other. How about that.
Don’t forget to click on a couple of project wonderful ads… They close up shop in a week or so.
Also, finally getting around to the site upgrade, and fixing some of the broken links you guys have pointed out to me. Waiting on prices for various things. I apologize that I haven’t given time to the business end of Hubriscomics.com lately, but you know how it is… life and all.
And thanks!! I see that two people have bought Stanky Creek Outdoorfest T-shirts off the Zazzle page (it’s the button down the left side of the site that says ‘Outdoor Galore Store’) Wear ’em with pride! I assume you’re also part of Team US, or one of the other nice folks who’ve sent in applications. I’ll be including everyone at some point or other.
