Nothing looks as good on GoPro video as it looked in real life.
Which makes you wonder how mind blowing all that really incredible stuff in their commercials was to the people strapped to the cameras.
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You knew the skylight would turn up again, didn’t you?
You’ve been on ‘That’ trip, right? You check the weather, you figure the time of year, you juggle the odds… “Oh, I guess I don’t need to pack a rain jacket.” That ups your chances for rain, by, say, fifty percent.
Forget your tent? It will storm.
If you are smart, though, and bring a rain suit, a three season tent, tarps, rope, umbrellas and a marquee, it probably won’t rain. If you also bring a case of those little throwaway ponchos for everyone on your camping trip who DIDN’T pack rain gear? Area drought. Be careful- you don’t want the local river to dry up in case there’s kayaking that weekend.
Like the scouts, be prepared. Bring stuff so you won’t need it.
Well, I had hoped that Hubris would be going to Burning Man this year, but in the first round of ticket sales, I missed out. There’s still a couple of chances to get tickets, so not all hope is lost, but it’s not looking good, is it?
Whattaya think? Would you have enjoyed a Hubris-Goes-To-Burning-Man story arc?
I know a lot of webcomics tease you with vague nudity and even some overtly sexual content. I’m sorry if you’ve come to Hubris for any of that.
‘Cause what you get is Lowell’s butt after a bungie wedgie. And that’s, like, the opposite of sexy.
For those of you in the U.S… yesterday was GroundHog Day. I hope you had a wonderful holiday, and are not now feeling the effects of drinking too much Hog Nog while standing around out-of-doors in the middle of cold and flu season.
For those of you outside the U.S…. GroundHog Day is a day when we wait with held breath to see if a GroundHog (look it up, I swear they’re really called that) will come out of a hole in the ground in some Yankee city somewhere. Mythology tells us that if he sees his shadow, there’ll be six more weeks of winter. Reality tells us that even if the toothy little bastard doesn’t see his shadow, there’s still pretty much six more weeks of winter. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Doesn’t matter, and no one quite ever remembers from year to year, so far as I know. No &%)$. This is what passes for a holiday around here. And then we all watch a Bill Murray movie, which kind of makes up for the rest of it.
