I won’t say that golf is totally counter-intuitive… But there’s an awful lot of stuff to learn if you want to play, and not all of it makes sense on the surface.
Really, even the concept is a little tricky. “Get the ball into that little hole, dozens of yards away? Why don’t I just plunk the first six or seven into that handy lake? That’s what they seem to want to do anyhow.”
I don’t tell my People anything I’m not sincere about.
…Well, that’s not entirely true.
I don’t “have People”.
What about you guys? You got People? Can I be one of your People?
I got your back.
…So long as your back needs some cartooning.
See how hard I work, tying stories together for you guys?
Wool. You don’t dress cranky people in wool.
Welcome to 2017, everyone! Thanks for indulging me for a week, there. The weather wasn’t the best for outdoorsy hijinks, though I did put in a link to a silly video, if you scroll down a bit and click on it. I think. I thought I was going to get it to play in a little window… and maybe I will. There’s always a way to do this stuff… I just gotta get it figured out.
Thanks for the Patron that upped his patronage from two bucks to five a month! It’s really appreciated, Mark!! I’ll send you something cool in the mail. You did give Patreon your mailing address? Gotta have one of those to mail things.
So here’s hoping that 2017 is full of fun, and not at all crazy-time.
So far as I know, this is the last Hubris cartoon of 2016. Next week, you get a Christmas image and I get a week to spend with my family. Family includes my brother, so hopefully I’ll have some silly photos before and after I get some ridiculous injury. He’s coordinated and outdoorsy. I try to keep up, but let’s face it… I draw funny pictures. Nice Hand/Eye coordination, but not so much past the wrist or brain stem, y’know?
Y’all have lovely Christmases, and Hannukahs, and Festivuses, and Agnosticas and Winter Solstices and End-Of-The-Tax-Years, and New Yearses. Be good to one another. Be the kinds of people you wish everyone else was. See ya here in 2017.
‘Triathalon”
I almost spelled it that way in Paste’s word balloon, but it doesn’t look wrong enough. I grew up alongside people who said a lot of words wrong. “Fambly.” “Chimbley.” “Theeatre.” “Nekkid.” “Mathamatics.” “Archaeopteryx.”
Mostly, it’s endearing. Don’tcha think?
I dislike being turned away from a public park for private reasons, but it happens. I live in a city with a lot of people. I get it.
But…
Showed up at Stanky Creek one morning to ride my bike only to discover that a race was about to happen. “Oh, foo. Now I gotta drive to my second choice” I thought, when a guy ran up to see if I was there for the race.
No, I told him, I was there for my usual ride. I didn’t know anything about any race.
He looked kinda guilty and started to gabble some crap about “Putting the race on ALL the websites.”
That’s a lot of websites, ain’t it? And apparently, I don’t look at ANY.
I rode in a couple of other parks that day. It’s cool. Races need to happen. But if you’re in charge of a race, just apologize to those who are inconvenienced by them. Don’t try to tell us that we’re not doing our jobs by looking at your website. I don’t know what website you’ve got. It’s better if I go off to my Plan B without some gabble in my ears.
I had a green desk chair once. Been drawing green desk chairs ever since. Haven’t had a green one in 25 years now.
And don’t even ask about Hubris’ shirt. I think I had that shirt when I was eight.
Yeah, I know… Native American, ‘How’… it’s racist and all. But Kelly wanted to know ‘how’, so…
I’m lazy. But I’ll defend my use of the title.
So, if I was in that Costner movie, my name would have been ‘Lazy With A Fist’.
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