Skills come from somewhere. Who knows where that wellspring begins?
Might even be from an imaginary skunk ape. You never know.
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I decided to carry on with The Buckets and Hubris as though the world they live in doesn’t have a COVID-19 outbreak.
Mostly because:
1) Not That Funny,
2) Hopefully, in a couple of years, all the COVID cartoons won’t make much sense. Like looking back on French Political cartoons by Daumier now- you see ’em, you read ’em (or the translations) and you say, “Huh. I don’t get it.”
This is more serious than I like to be here, but I really hope that the stress and strain I see online and in people around me (when there are any) becomes incomprehensible sometime soon. Kind of like hearing about the 1918 Flu epidemic and not, until recently, being able to picture how much it changed lives for months and months. Historical events are tiny points that have names and dates. We personally don’t remember the spiraling months of death and fear from 100 years ago. We remember “Flu Outbreak of 1918. Killed a lot of people.” Those people lived all the little weirdnesses we’re living now, and ours will go the way that theirs did. Honestly? I hope this outbreak doesn’t go far enough to get a historical name. I hope it’s a chapter in the next century’s epidemiological textbooks, with the kind of information that will help next time, and doesn’t stick around as a historical milestone of misery.
In fact, if you’re reading this in some archive of Hubris comic strips any time after, say, 2021, I hope you’re baffled at how morbidly serious I just got about something that you have no genuine feelings of loss over.
I went to see Solo this evening.
I like Star Wars. I was 11 when the first one came out, which was the perfect age for that movie. I even saw the Star Wars TV Christmas special- The one that a lot of people don’t quite believe was ever made now.
Unlike, apparently, some people that get themselves in the news, I’m not angered by much in movies. I don’t insist that all movies are made for me to like, and I’m probably less discriminating that many film aficionados. I mean, I don’t even hate Waterworld, and that one didn’t seem to suit much of anybody.
Even so, though. If they make a JarJar Binks movie, I don’t think I’ll bother to go.
I gotta get me one of those hills.
The best laid plans of mice and men go oft astray…
Not that this was a plan, best laid or not.
Early days of the comic strip, I thought I’d do a lot of cartoons like today’s. Every so often, Hubris and Kara would find themselves out late on a hilltop and either spell out the latest storyline for the sake of keeping everyone updated when necessary, or they’d say something clever or thought provoking or philosophical.
There were, I think, three or four of these cartoons in the later syndicate packages. (which became the early strips here on the website) And then I returned the kids to the hilltop once or twice more since then. I think the last time was just after the police officer scattered himself badly on Hubris’ longboard.
Why I haven’t returned them to the hilltop in a while is a mystery to me, but Hubris needed a little time for quiet reflection today, so there he goes. And thus ends another comic strip “day”, which might actually be a week, or not, and still takes weeks to tell anyhow.
“Time”, as Douglas Adams or Doctor Who (I can’t remember which) said, “is Bunk.”
I apologize to anyone who would appreciate me providing Hubris in multiple languages.
The apology is firstly for the fact that Paste’s dialogue must be very difficult to make heads or tails of if English is not your first language, and secondly that I didn’t study enough of any other language to be able to make Paste speak poorly in them, too.
