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Hubris- Well, If I’d KNOWN…

Jun15
by on June 15, 2022 at 3:33 am
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We’ve all heard the stories.  The kid that was being all stoic about his booboo until he looked down and saw his arm covered in blood.  The kid with the broken arm to insisted he was good to finish the ball game. The kid that thought his rash was acting up on the campout and woke up with ant bites all over him.

The jackass who had a bowling ball fight in the dark and passed out, then woke up and figured if he survived the whole night with a leg the color of a blood blister, there’s no reason to think it’s life-threatening.

No, that last one still sounds dumb.

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Hubris- In The Still Of The Nightstick

Jun09
by on June 9, 2021 at 9:54 am
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Douglas Adams wrote a scene in one of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy books where, in the swamp of the mattresses on Squornshelous Zeta, night closed in with crazed entomologists calling to each other across the landscape (I did all that from memory, so if it’s all jacked up, I apologize) and I didn’t recall that scene until I’d finished drawing this particular cartoon, scanned, colored and uploaded it.  Then I re-read it and realized I’d just stolen the concept wholesale.  Dang it.

Usually, I write from within the world of Hubris for these blog entries- treating the story and characters as they are.  The above paragraph, though, is more the sort of thing you’d have gotten from the Patreon page when this cartoon ran last week. There, I usually do a behind-the-scenes approach.  I gibber about coloring and writing, about line weight and style, about schedules and editing.  If you like that sort of thing, I’d be pleased for you to pony up a buck or three every month and be a patron member of Team Hubris.  Just click on the orange Patreon logo over there on the left that is slightly outdated and needs replacing…

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Hubris- Who Goes There?

Aug21
by on August 21, 2019 at 12:01 am
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Like the title today?

You know the famous movie ‘The Thing”?  Any of them, the old one with James Arness, John Carpenter’s version, or the more recent one- they’re all based on an old short story called “Who Goes There?”

After you read that story and then see the way it was handled in the 50’s version of the film, you wonder what the hell Hollywood was thinking… or why they were incapable of thinking.

On the other hand, that movie did really well, so what do I know?

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Hubris- Fortified Position

Aug19
by on August 19, 2019 at 12:01 am
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Lying on the ground protected by three or four pounds of nylon and goose down is not the best way to deal with wukilars, but whattaya gonna do?

As my dad has always pointed out, keeping the covers up to your chin at night prevents the kidnappers from getting you, and not letting your leg hang over the side of the bed means that nothing can grab you by the ankle.  And as we all learn from the movies, when the ghosts and monsters are in your room, you pull the covers over your head to protect yourself.

It seems to work.  I’ve never been accosted by wukilars, dust bunnies, witches, ghosts, or kidnappers.

Which is odd, when you think about it.

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Hubris- Gas Leak

Jul16
by on July 16, 2019 at 12:01 am
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I don’t often do bodily function jokes, but when I do, they’re disgusting.

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Hubris- Packing Back

Mar23
by on March 23, 2018 at 12:01 am
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My brother has one of those little tiny backpacking pillows.  The last time we were on a trip, he couldn’t find it after everything was set up.

So, he made do the way people used to, by wadding up some clothes and other gear and using that for a pillow.

Not ideal, as you know if you’ve ever tried it.

The next morning, I found the pillow.

It was obscured by the dark, but was lying at the door of the tent, partly covered by the little flap of nylon that covers the zipper of the tent.

Yeah, it’s THAT small when packed away.

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Throwback Thursday- Fire Lumps

Mar30
by on March 30, 2017 at 6:39 am
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Do you guys remember when I used to do three cartoons a week, and a couple of blog updates too?

Maybe not.  The metrics on the blog updates was wretched.  I eventually quit so my family could see me for another minute or two a day.

But why not remind everyone of the fun they were missing?

That’s right!  I wrote a silly article on FIRE LUMPS!

Here’s the photo that went with it.

Thrilling. Now that I think about it, there may be a reason there weren’t many page views on the ol’ blogs.

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ThrowBack Thursday

Dec01
by on December 1, 2016 at 6:10 am
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I can’t recall inking and posting this one.  You guys seem to recall everything I’ve ever done effortlessly- does anyone remember this one?

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Hubris- It’s an OKAYstition, but not SUPER…

Aug26
by on August 26, 2016 at 12:01 am
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It’s one of those things you should look up, once you realize.  What the heck IS a ‘stition’, and why is a ‘super’ one so silly? Are regular Stitions NOT silly?

All I know is, you darn well better take a rainfly and a raincoat on camping trips.  The one time everyone in the car thought that someone else had brought the tent?  Yeah, it rained.  No other way THAT one could have happened.  We slept under a tarp.  With holes in it.  I think we might have tied it up with boot laces.  It was a long evening anyhow.

 

Now that I’ve thought a little more about it, we need to find two SUPER competitive people. One of them, convinced that the bad luck of black cats crossing your path is the worst kind of thing, pitted against the other, who is absolutely positive that breaking a mirror will cause the most horrific bad luck.  Provide them with an open space, a few black cats and a few mirrors, and things will get lively for a good long while, don’t you think?

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Hubris- Pick a Tic

Jul15
by on July 15, 2016 at 12:01 am
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Baby raccoon.  Cuuuuuuute.  But you should have heard the li’l guy when the service came to cart him away for relocation.  The guy had to transfer the raccoon from the trap to the box in which he could be transported.

Up until the guy showed up, you’d have thought the baby raccoon would have gone quietly. Cute little scared fellow.

Nah. They sound like the Tasmanian Devil in a blender.  You never heard such random, angry sounds that clearly translate into “I’d much rather you did not touch me. Go to Hell. Right now, if convenient.”

Snarling. That’s probably what it was.

Anyhow, the guy finally had to sort of upend the trap onto the box and wait for the raccoon to drop into the box, which he did not do.

One of my cousin’s kids suggested that they gently coax the raccoon with a twig to the backside through the bars of the trap. And after the guy said that might not do any good, it did.

One very angry baby raccoon, off to be relocated to some stretch of Wisconsin woodlands where six others had already been carted.

And maybe the ones that are left will be joining them before they eat any more chickens.  Or not.

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