AllanVS posted this on Facebook, saying it should be a Hubris thing. Thought I’d share it here. Whattaya think? Hubris on Wheels?
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Family is awkward, isn’t it?
Nice ARTICLE about longboarding in the local paper today. The title is as uninspired as newspaper articles usually are… but having had to think of a few for Hubris (including this one), I won’t fault them for slapping something on it and getting back to work. I don’t know if the newspapers pay anyone enough to be truly thoughtful about headlines.
You know what makes for good wall decorations? Skateboards. There’s some really nice artwork there, and by golly, if you get sick and tired of one or another, you can take it down, skate on it until the artwork is GONE, and go see what other exciting art is available to hang in it’s place. Let’s see you do THAT, Mona Lisa.
So Thanks, Craig Avery, for sending photos of your walls for the site! You rock and, more than likely, roll.
The local police have to go by the new skatepark and enforce the helmet law. I’m sure the police aren’t thrilled about having to listen to a bunch of teens and twentysomethings swear and moan and wheedle. And I’m sure the teens and twentysomethings would rather not have to moan and wheedle. They seem to like the swearing, though there’s less of that than most people figure there is at a skatepark.
Bottom line? You can’t make someone whose biology is dumping hormones into his bloodstream stand still and do something that’s going to endanger his place in the sociological pecking order. Wearing a helmet is not cool. In other words. Rebelliousness, recklessness and Cool are far more important than whether your Mom is going to sue the city if you crack your skull. Seriously, 99% of skaters aren’t going to crack their skulls, but there will be that one kid who does. And we’re going to have to watch his mom- with tears and dollar signs in her eyes- explain how the city was remiss and now little (20 year old) Darnault (his friends called him ‘Hump’) can’t feed himself and she ain’t gonna do it and who gon’ pay for the nursing home?
On the upside, the last time we were at the skatepark and the cops announced that you couldn’t skate without a helmet, my son got to skate the big bowl for nearly ten minutes solid- him being one of the, I guess, five people who had a helmet on to start with. It took ten whole minutes for the older kids to quit complaining at the cops, go get their helmets, swallow their pride (the hardest part of the ordeal), and put on their helmets to resume skating. Couple of guys had that Laaaaast little bit of rebelliousness they had to fly, so they wore their helmets…gasp… without strapping them on. Means they had to skate with one hand absurdly holding the tops of their heads. Looked dumber than dirt, but at least they didn’t have to strap up the helmets. That would have been… I dunno, something harsh on them.
How much more quickly would they have put on headgear if the headgear itself proclaimed how much they disdained it?
I should have custom helmets made to sell out there. Really.
Serious adventure.
Hey, I’m gonna run another brand new Hubris cartoon tomorrow, then next week the comic strips are all going to be the original material the syndicates received years ago. I’m using the 1 year anniversary of this website as an excuse to indulge my nostalgia for the beginnin’s of Hubris. I’ll intersperse new strips in the ol’ black and white nostalgia bits, and show off other stuff every day, so remember: Scroll Down, comment, enjoy, VoteHubris, Google+ him, and GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY.
Oh, you gotta be careful… Sometimes the rivalry between skaters, inline skaters, BMXers, and those notorious scooters get kinda rough. Milk can be spilt.
But shop you a scooter- so you can ride through those tough neighborhoods. click it to shop it, yo.
My son caught this horrible photo of me. It’s horrible for a few reasons. #1- the skatepark was not officially open, though there was some discussion as to why the lock was off the gate and the ‘no trespassing’ signs were all removed. #2- I’m horsing around on a longboard instead of a shortboard… it’s the wrong tool for the job, but I love my Dregs longboard. I do. #3- I’m not wearing a helmet. It may look a little like I am, but that’s just my head. Ick. Anyhow, I set a bad example for my kids (who WERE wearing theirs) and for the cub scouts I’m den leader for. Bad Daddy, Bad!
I landed on my feet, though.
I carved a neat looking Dinosaur-skull helmet out of a block of closed-cell foam. Anyone here know how to do fiberglass?
People automatically assume that riding a unicycle is a skill reserved for only a few people per million who discover it within themselves. In truth, it’s a skill reserved for anyone who spends a couple of hours trying to learn it. What happens is this: You learn to balance, then you learn to lean forward and use your feet to prevent a fall while continuing forward. The same description applies to WALKING. Seriously. Same skill set.
I’ve carried some odd stuff around on a unicycle. You get stared at. And you get spoken to. There is a very short list of things said by a very long list of people. The most common is, “Where’s the rest of your bike?” To which the answer can be any number of clever things: “The bike store said ‘Half Off’, who knew?” or “My grandmother’s on it behind me. She’ll be along.” or “What the…?! Damned THIEVES!” or “I took off all the stuff I didn’t need. This is what I got left.”
Anyhow, unicycles can be fun. Probably more so because so many people assume silly things about them with nothing more to go on than the fact that clowns sometimes ride them while pretending to fall down.
Anyhow. You can learn. Click on the unicycle below to shop you one. G’wan. You know you been wanting one.
Happy 11-11-11! I bought a science-based book on calendrics back when the whole Y2K thing caught the public imagination. (Stephen Jay Gould’s ‘Questioning The Millennium‘) And now with people being silly about the Rapture, the end of the world. and the Mayan calendar, I’m surprised that no one thought that something nasty would be happening today, what with the date being all ones (at least, the way it’s generally written… in this culture… at the moment.) Of course, that leads to lots of issues about whether the calendar we’ve chosen for ourselves has numbers on it that mean anything to the stars and planets of the rest of the universe, and whether Australia is gonna catch the &%$# before we do, ’cause it’s tomorrow there already, isn’t it?
