‘Member in that Avengers movie? Tony Stark says, “I HAVE a Plan of Attack. Attack!”
That’s Big Ron’s plan to win the boat race.
“Paddle ’til you win.”
It’s very sound logic. Or maybe it just very much sounds like it might be logic.
‘Member in that Avengers movie? Tony Stark says, “I HAVE a Plan of Attack. Attack!”
That’s Big Ron’s plan to win the boat race.
“Paddle ’til you win.”
It’s very sound logic. Or maybe it just very much sounds like it might be logic.
When and where I was in high school, there were a number of young men who gauged the success of their weekends based on the number of beers that were drunk.
It led to conversations like this:
“Hey, man, you know how much fun we had this weekend man? We had three cases of beer, man, that’s how much fun we had, man!
I realize that, written out, it hardly seems to be a conversation. My part of it, though, was pretty much just nodding, and trying to look like I knew what in hell they were talking about.
Also, The National Cartoonist Society nominations for the various divisions of the Reuben awards were announced. I’m nominated for Newspaper Illustration, for which I’m very proud. I didn’t get a nomination in the ‘long-form online comic’ award for my work on Hubris. There is some stiff competition, of course, but I still think that we can get there one day. It might take voodoo or something, but I’m game.
Welcome to the second freebee extra cartoon this week. In case you read at a fixed time each day and skip days that I don’t usually post new cartoons, a couple of taps on the ‘back’ arrow button are in order.
What I’m doing with the new cartoons, I think, is trying to clear my conscience a bit. I’ve owed you guys some extra consideration for a while now- since before I put up the Patreon Link. I thought I’d feel better about asking you guys to pony up a buck a month or more if I kept up a little better with previous hat-on-the-pavement events.
I tell ya, back when I first started, I was hoping that ads on the site and retail partner ads that ran in the oldest of the product review posts would pay the way for Hubris. I’m old school enough to be a little queasy asking you guys to do more than just enjoy the site. On the other hand, y’know, life. So there’s a Patreon link and a tip jar link and the sort of ‘new economy of the web’ stuff. I’m pleased and proud that I have readers who’ll pony up to keep Hubris happening.
And Patreon is about to give me my first list of Patrons, so I can send out your incentive goodies. If you’d like to Patronize Hubris, now is a great time to commit to a couple of bucks or five per month, so I can send you some goodies too.
Now, go outside and play, for heaven’s sake.
If anyone is thinking it- I don’t think alcoholism is a laughing matter. And I’ll address that. But there wasn’t room for it today. Not a laughing matter. We get that. It’s cool.
I spent New Year’s Eve in Snoqualmie Pass in Washington State. Karl and his family have a lovely ‘cabin’ up there, across’t from the ski resorts. (It’s more of a really nice condo than a cabin, but if you got one, you can call it anything you like)
Next door, in an empty lot (empty of houses, full of snow) Karl and my brother made their traditional ‘snow lounge’. Meaning they used snow shovels of various descriptions to cut down into the deep snow, leaving a table in the middle of a lot of cleverly fashioned seats. The neighborhood kids, and mine along with ’em, ran rampant over the whole thing, and we needed to do a little rebuilding during the daylight hours, but by nightfall the footprints had been eliminated from the table and the seats were sit-able again.
And there was a bar carved off to one side. Here it is:
The drinks needed no refrigeration. In fact, your beer would have ice in it before you could finish it. Not bad a’tall.
Keeping the fire pit from melting its way down through the table was the tricky bit. But that’s another story.
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