I don’t think Davey and his crew chose their outfits for practical reasons like laundrability, or wicking features, or anti-fungal/anti-stink fibers.
I think they were just asking for trouble.
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I remember, years ago, reading a fat Marvel Comics collection (“Bring On The Bad Guys”, I believe, for which I had saved many allowances and the money from many mown yards) wherein Stan Lee mentioned in a preface to a Thor/Silver Surfer story how tricky it was writing dialogue for Thor.
I don’t doubt it.
People say that it’s a poor carpenter that blames his tools, but good carpenters always have really, really good stuff to work with for a reason.
When I kayaked, there was a lot of helmet talk. And a lot of boat purchases and comparison. It was fun. People were tempted to use non-kayaking helmets that looked cool or seemed better… and then discovered why the helmets were built the way they were.
When I was a kid, we in the neighborhood discovered hockey helmets at the local sports store… or more likely Walmart… and since there was no hockey whatsoever in our area, the helmets went into use for skateboarding by those of us who listened to our parents. Plus, hockey helmets were WAY cooler looking than skateboard helmets. Or the motorcycle helmet that one kid wore. Or the football helmet that another kid wore.
But the caving helmets that me and my buddy Jon had were the best! Except when used for anything except caving. Then they sucked.
SO… fancy knight’s armor helmet. Yeah, very cool looking… but you don’t wanna come flying off a bicycle and ring THAT bell, dude.
They tell public speakers to consider their audiences.
That doesn’t apply to social media, of course.
For social media, you just consider whatever’s in your own head. That’s why it’s so much faster and easier!
You know how, when you got company coming over, you can see your house with brand new (and overly critical) eyes?
Imagine if you’re looking at the crazy world, and you take a look at yourself like you got company coming.
How (relatively) crazy do you look when you see like that?
Anyhow, I’m supposed to point out that Patreon patrons got to see this cartoon early. And that they’ve already seen Monday’s cartoon. Just so you know.
On the other hand, they might be bored of Monday’s cartoon by the time you’ve seen it. On the other other hand, they’ll have Tuesday’s cartoon by the time you see Monday’s.
I have no idea if that’s going to create some kind of time loop and destroy the world.
Mascots. I’ve known a few of those.
Generally, they’re really good people who stink up the insides of big fluffy costumes for our enjoyment.
And they probably know how to enjoy a good, deep, cool, unencumbered breath of air.
It’s been a loooong weekend. 25th wedding anniversary, oldest son home from college for fall break, sister-in-law back in town for a while, and the biggest job with the tightest deadlines I’ve had in years to be wrangled. Oooooh, you’re so lucky to have this Hubris cartoon, you are.
Look’a my left eye twitch…
This ain’t gonna be any kind of Fantasy League, is it? Well, in Marnok’s case it will be. ‘Cept for Paul. Paul’s new.
People going in, people going out… it’s like one of those plays that ends with a detective saying who killed who.
You guys remember Marnok? Say “Hi” to Marnok.
