Every so often, I notice that the digital folder that I keep all the Hubris stuff in is named ‘Hubris In Color’. I chuckle. I made that folder when I decided to do the Hubris website, and that I would add color to the comic strips that were, after all, just ‘black and white newspaper strips’… color dailies in the newspaper being things you couldn’t rely on from newspaper to newspaper, it was so new.
How things change. We still ‘dial’ a phone, we still ‘tape’ video… and ‘Hubris In Color’ is still there as a spoof on the old original Star Trek commercials (“IN COLOR!”). And the words just get funnier to those of us who see the cobwebs on them.
PS. I just double-checked to make sure this post would go up correctly and saw that I have an ad for Banana Triangle right there on Hubriscomics.com. I’m glad. I like Banana Triangle. Look and see if the ad is still up. If you haven’t read it, by all means, go check it out. It gets pretty crazy now and then. You might want to start at the beginning.
Prozac is vastly overrated. BTDT. Makes me itch to think of it too (it didn’t like me either)
History is written by the winners. History can be very colorful depending on who’s version you have.
In the meantime, we continue, and we can enjoy Hubris.
And only Hubris would string a live rope to mess around with. Notice how competitive Kara is, she has to do it too… heh. Those two are a good fit. Expecting the Governor to end up in their campsite along with the new-agers, the raccoon tribe, and oh… a raving environmentalist or two that came out to hug trees and torment/protest the governor…
Totally agree that Prozac is overrated. It didn’t like me either. Have you ever heard of hypnogogic hallucination? Imagine having dreams that you can’t separate from reality, even once you have woken up. Not all your dreams, thank goodness, but enough to make you think you are going completely crazy. You will mention something that happened to you, that you are SURE happened, and everyone around you tells you that it never happened. Yeah, that’s what Prozac does to me.
I broke out in such incredible hives it wasn’t funny. Didn’t close my throat but my entire dermis puffed up about half an inch. Doc gave me prednisone and said do you want to itch, or sleep? I said sleep, so he gave me 5 days of knockout pills, and I slept until it went away. :p I only got hallucenations of the benign sort with T-10s, taking two at the onset of a migraine (in the days before imitrex)-open eyes and see things I knew weren’t there and go back to sleep. 🙂
That’s a way like another to relax I guess
Mad Max reference yesterday and end of the world today. I think you need a pick-me-up, Greg. But instead of Prozac, think home-made peach ice cream under a huge pecan tree with the kids running through the lawn sprinkler. Or sitting on the edge of Going to the Sun Road in Glacier Park watching cloud shadows move across the mountains.
I’ll skip the pecan tree. There’s one dribbling sap on my truck as we speak.
Ah dating.. explaining the matching bruises.. er.. uh… yah..
“How things change. We still ‘dial’ a phone, we still ‘tape’ video… ”
On a similar note, just over a year ago:
http://hubriscomics.com/comic/hubris-verbiage/
I remember “Turning the Channel” … “Turning on the TV” … “Nuking Food” (ok still do this one) … “Picking up a call” …
And why we click the little 3.5″ disk icon to ‘save’ our work. I found one the other day and hung onto it just to show future generations what that little icon really looked like once. (heck we still have a box of unformatted 8″ floppies still sealed in original plastic)
My Grandfather, all he does is preach and constantly says the world is going to end. Of course the world is going to end, but when, and how is the question that nobody knows, could be tomorrow, could be next year, could be until the sun finally becomes a giant red star in about 5 billion years, burning the earth to a crisp and all life on it until it shrinks into a sun smaller then earth itself, before exploding into a supernova.