Mr. Biner is like most of us, I guess. We do our best to be our best and people appreciate us for it. As far as we can tell.
…And then you find out that health care professionals are taught first thing: You can’t self diagnose.
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You guys remember Team OMG from the sign in day, right? Three days ago, the wild kid with the stack of forms and stack of cash who wet himself with excitement. Oh, it seems like ages ago now, but those kids have the energy to just go and go and go.
I’m so glad they got their award. It’ll be hilarious when they try to decide who takes it home.
My apologies for last week’s missing cartoons. Work schedule has gotten frankly silly. I let things slip. Back now!
Shoes are… not a good award.
Unless you’ve somehow won some Nike and Hoka sponsored race where they have to give you decent shoes in your own size.
And preferably in your own choice of color, ’cause some running shoes look like they’re designed to make drivers on the road swerve to avoid you in case the clashing colors somehow ruin their eyesight or give them acid flashbacks.
This is nonsense for most comics readers, but for any of you who look closely enough- The original Hubris art style was influenced by a particular pen I liked at the moment. That art style was modified a little when this site went into production and I decided to ink everything with my usual fancy brushes: Raphael and Winsor-Newton. But you know how us old guys are. I listen to the kiddies talk about their fancy inking preferences, and so I bought a nice Pentel brush pen for twenty bucks and a bunch of ink cartridges for it for another eleven dollars, and I’ve been using that lately. It’s convenient, I suppose, and it certainly is better than any other brush pen I’ve ever tried, but it’s just not a fantastic thing. So whether you can see it or not, today’s cartoon was inked with a real brush and real Higgins Black Magic ink again. The brushes are hard to get these days, due to some weird snafu about overseas shipping of hair from a weasel’s tail or some damn thing, or the work would be even better. My brushes, poor things, are old and nearly used to the point of being downgraded to emergency-only use. There you go- a look behind the ragged curtain.
