Admit it, if someone hands YOU a story like Grover’s, are you gonna believe it, or assume he’s just making it up?
Or suffering from one of those conditions where you see stuff going on that other people in the room somehow don’t see?
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So the back-and-forth is happening.
Wonder where that’ll lead.
Probably just where they two participants want it to lead, right?
Riiiiiiight
Dusty’s starting to get the use of her staff writer.
I mean, USUALLY, she reads what he wrote and she goes off on her own thing.
This time, she seems to be relying on others to steer her to the most subtle and devious cut-downs imaginable.
Nothing could go wrong now.
…nothing at all.
Leave it to Paste to give everyone something to talk about, and then ask them to talk about something else- both of which will benefit him, of course.
Not, now that I think about it, the kind of personality you want to put the kind of money behind, when that personality only needed the money to prove that he deserved to have money behind him.
Almost like he’s the son of a rich guy or something.
Sigh. Kids.
It’s Official!
When Durnell says it’s over, by golly, it’s over.
At last.
A science enthusiast like, say, Shelly, would notice that as these chaotic panels continue that they knit themselves into parallel narratives.
Thus, the OutdoorFest, far from being chaos itself, is bringing order to a disordered system. Such a thing, physically speaking, generates heat, and adds to the overall chaos of the universal physics and will eventually lead to the heat-death of the universe and the end of all molecular movement. Party!
But in the smaller scale of the neighborhood in which Hubris works? The Chaos is being Ordered. Not in an even pattern or anything, but…
Well, we’ll all see, won’t we?
What is it about wagon rides? Yes, I know what you’re all thinking- about that famous old comic strip that was the hit of the funny pages all those years ago. The protagonist of the comic strip, perched with his goofy buddy on top of a rattling wagon plowing downhill, all the while discussing some counterpoint- something totally unrelated with the reckless wagon ride that inevitably ended in a crash in the last panel. Oh, I know we all miss those old comic strips. ‘Skippy’ was QUITE the feature, what with the record sales of sheet music and the movie version of the comic strip, and all the paper dolls and toys and endorsed products. I know I still insist on ‘Skippy’ peanut butter, even if the manufacturers are in dispute over the licensing contract with the owners of the old ‘Skippy’ comic strip name they purchased back in the depression. If I were around back then, I know I would have wanted to take one of Skippy’s mad downhill rides to ruin. Just like Hubris does nowadays.
Gosh, I bet other cartoonists have done wagon rides with their characters, too.
Poor ol’ Chase.
I guess he assumes that if people will just *listen* to him, they’ll agree with him.
I’ve met people like that, and I bet you have too. Folks that assume that you must not have read the book they read because you don’t worship the author, people who feel you must not have listened carefully enough to that particular piece of music if you don’t feel it’s the finest thing in human history, people who just freakin’ KNOW that you’re unfamiliar with how the world works because you don’t listen to the same late-night call-in radio talk show…
I haven’t done as much with guest judges as I’d originally intended. But this one seemed like fun.
You guys knew there was going to be a dad dream when Hubris sacked out a few days ago, didn’t ya?
