I had to think about it. It’s possible that we’ve broken those big windows, like, FOUR times now. I can’t recall exact details of each time, but four sounds right.
There was the fireworks test, the pogo sticking, and I think Paste went through on a bike once before. You can’t rely on my memory or Paste’s memory, though.
Anyone of you folks recall exactly?
Okay, I started out with quite a bit of space between the new cartoons on Patreon and the cartoons that run here.
And I blew that up.
Lots of clients with end-of-year budgets to burn, and loose ends to tie up on long-term projects. Also, I made a Hubris 2022 Calendar to send out to the Patreons, and that ate up some time.
Anyhow, that explains the spotty posting here, and I’m worried it’s not gonna get much better, since there’s only two more cartoons after this one that’s already been posted on Patreon. (two? one? I can’t recall right now, all I know is that I’ve gotten way behind)
So my apologies again, and I’ll see about maybe posting low-resolution images from the calendar for you guys and you can use ’em for, I dunno, screen savers. Yeah, that’d be fun.
I’ll get caught up at Patreon and get back to a better schedule. Gotta get a look at what’s happening to Hubris, after all…
Oh, what we learn about our folks as we get older.
It’s never GOOD, is it?
Well, I think this guy’s wound a little too tightly, and will probably sleep well tonight. Or whenever he finally stops moving and his legs quit twitching.
Time. I worry about it during workouts. I mean, they’re only 45 minutes long. An entire thin-crust supreme pizza wouldn’t last 45 minutes in front of me. 45 minutes is only half the length of a decent movie. I can piddle away 45 minutes looking for a word in a puzzle. But put me in a boat with a cramp, or on a bike at the far end of a turnaround ride, or in a car flying down the interstate after I drank a diet mountain dew? 45 minutes is nearly as long as that insane workout I mentioned earlier. Seriously. Do 20 pushups. That should eat up at least six minutes, don’t you think? I gotta start working out with people older than me. They have a better sense of time.
See? That’s why we need to get the real world back to a place where we have crowds and festivals.
When you go participate in crowds and festivals and conventions and stuff- people see and hear you.
You get fans. Paste gets fans. Mal gets fans. Look there! Lowell appears to be surrounded by fan-like people.
Cool, right?
COVID-19, however, has no damned fans.
Crowding the tape. We do it. The cops put up caution tape, the parade functionaries put up sawhorses, the museum directors put up velvet ropes, and we belly up to them as though they’re going to stop the stray bullets, out-of-control floats, and idealism-maddened zealots. And we get sprayed with whatever detritus there is flinging itself past the mostly-imaginary boundaries set up by our social gatekeepers if not by actual physical limitations. Pow.
Witness the ‘innocent by-standers’ on the outermostside of a curve in a Dakar race. Pow.
Those in the first row of a Gallagher concert. Pow.
Those who crowd the line at the bank teller’s window when the sketchy guy who seems to make the teller nervous keeps waving the ragged slip of paper and gesturing to the back of the room with a pistol.
So, don’t ‘crowd the tape’ when watching races that end in man-made swamplands. You’re just gonna get your underpants covered in mud. Even when they’re neatly covered by every other piece of outerwear you’re also wearing.
You have to take the personalities of your characters into consideration when writing these comics. I’ve said that before.
They each have their own voice and behaviors that matter.
Paste, on the one hand, would definitely ride out a crazy stunt.
Lowell, on the other hand, would bail out, after it was kinda too late to bail out.
And you people would stand at the edge of a mudpit and cheer the little rat as he flew to certain doom. Admit it. I got ya figured out.
Kara will see now, that because of her delegating the responsibility of the Caber Toss to Donny, she wins.
It’s not necessarily true, but she will see it now.
Microphones, left on, and left on stage.
These things happen.
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