Hubris deserves some peace and quiet lately, don’t you agree? You might have to look close, but he’s there, right in the middle of the peace. Right next to the quiet.
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It’s the terrible conundrum of Humanity… we don’t know what we don’t know. It leads people to start businesses that falter, enter into relationships that are remarkably like previous failed relationships, and volunteer for things that can get our heads broke.
I knew, briefly, a firefighter who was all the usual things that firefighters are- tall, brave, well-trained, confident, and fit… whatever. And he kayaked with us. We took him to some smaller rivers to help him train up, but the old crowd of us went to a class 4 river later that Summer. We told him to hang out, watch from the bank, meet us at the halfway point… all the usual stuff that newbies do until they’re ready for big water. We couldn’t make him see that the little river we’d been training him on was, at absolute best, a class 2. We tried to explain ‘pushy’ water, and how he hadn’t experienced it yet.
He didn’t know that he hadn’t experienced pushy water, and insisted that he’d paddle the Ocoee with us. Well, he’s a grown person, and we’d tried to get him to understand that he didn’t know what he didn’t know, but he’s got the right to say what he’s gonna do. …But there was also a highway alongside the entire river run, too. Makes it easier for him to quit. Or to have the body removed.
Which was good. After the first 100 yards of run, he knew a lot about what he didn’t know. He wiped the blood off his face and got out. Good man.
Which is all to say- Mrs. Nutley’s brood just learned a little about what they don’t know.
I don’t know how many of you click on the buttons down the left side of the site here.
When I started Hubriscomics, I had a list of things to include on the site to see what stuck. Most of those things were archived under those left-hand buttons.
Here’s the start of an adventure story Dr. Sonny the Paddlin’ Dentist reminded me of yesterday. The whole story is there in the ‘Lies Around The Campfire’ button. Enjoy.
Grawlix. I’ve told you that word before, haven’t I?
I never much like the last mile of my favorite whitewater run.
It’s where the lake starts.
Whitewater becoming lakewater is kinda… anticlimactic.
It’s tough, isn’t it? Waiting around for someone else to finish having fun.
Like taking your kids to the Children’s Museum the day before taxes are due or something.
Just got back from Kentucky. There’s a Shaker village there. I learned a great deal that I did not know and may not use in my life. And that’s okay.
Anyone wanna guess what all that junk is that Hubris has laid out for Saturday?
Today’s cartoon is a case of cross-pollenating. I was writing gags for my newspaper strip The Buckets, and somehow, “Rowed Rage” came up. Well, it’s a bit forced for The Buckets, but by golly it works pretty well here!
For those of you who like to invent your own variations on the punchlines, here’s the alternate for Paste’s final comment that I considered to be overused, even if it’s pretty funny:
Paste- “Or?”
