It’s Not You

Our dear pal, the ever gallant but wildly insensitive Hubert returns! Occasionally I’ll find myself doing just this: going to say something, realising at the last second that it’s crushingly cliche, and essentially just restructuring the words until the phrase is fresh but the sentiment is still as hackneyed as ever. What? I know editing myself isn’t healthy. But I’m a writer – what do you expect?

Aaaand here’s me explaining the ridiculously complex issue of socialism in a 15 second video:

Noble

Hubert, our favourite white knight, returns! It’s always intrigued me how our compassion for “majestic” animals really only extends to when they’re safely cooped up. That’s when they’re safe, pitiable and objectifiable. Of course, when they’re on the loose in our immediate vicinity, most of us would feel no more sympathy for them than our distant ancestors would have had for their natural predators.

Hubert, on the other hand, merely sees an opportunity for greatness. Maybe that’s why I love him, in spite of his wildly misplaced morals.

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Hubert is visiting the zoo with his lady friend. They are looking at a captive tiger, and she is on a righteous rant. Hubert is in the act of drawing his sword.
“It’s so awful that these noble creatures are cooped up like this.”
“Quite right, my dear!”

Chaos. The bars of the cage have been rent asunder and the tiger is loose, unleashing carnage on everyone in the vicinity. In its jaws is Hubert’s (late) lady friend, and on its back rides Hubert, brandishing his sword.
“Forth, noble steed - glory awaits!”

Served

Hubert, the ultimate gentleman, never without his trusty sword.

Kristof’s currently in a two man play selling out theatres so he’s too important to write blurbs anymore. Occasionally his PA will email me a script he dictated while getting his nose powdered with cocaine. I’ve heard his performances are full of nervous energy as he sprints around the stage naked, scratching himself with barbed wire.

Hey if you’re interested it’s playing in Auckland for a few more nights! I’ll be checking it out as well to see what all the fuss is about so we might see you there!

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Hubert is dining at a classy restaurant - he is dressed up for the occasion and has a hot date. A waiter is yelling at his date. She’s intimidated and almost a little teary.
“Well if you don’t like the service, you can go somewhere else!”
Hubert puts his hand on her arm comfortingly.
“One moment.”

Hubert defenestrates the waiter.

Hubert has acquired the waiter’s menu and perhaps one of those cloth things that posh waiters always seem to have.
“Good evening. My name is Hubert, and I will be your waiter tonight.”
His date is pretty sure this is the most romantic thing ever.

Hubert Is a Very Conscientious Bunny

We all need a Hubert in our life. Some selfless individual that can swoop in when we need him most, biff that child in the air, and quickly finish them off without a fuss.

I idly drew Hubert on my Note 7 and Kristof instantly had his interest piqued so he decided to write some fanfic a script to introduce the little guy officially into IZS.

I’m a bit disappointed about this sudden news flash that Lithium Ion batteries totally explode occasionally since the dawn of forever, meaning a complete recall of the Note 7’s. I’m digging mine at the moment and it hasn’t taken a leg off or anything, which I’m very chuffed about.

Oh one more thing! Check out our new fancy site design! Not much has changed but everything surrounding the comic has gotten a lot cleaner. Thanks Becky for doing the design concepts and buttons. Thanks me for struggling with WordPress for an evening getting it all mostly working. Still got some Mobile issues to iron out.

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A rabbit with a sword heads down the steps of his apartment.
Caption: Hubert heads out for another day of heroics.

Hubert is waiting for the bus with a few other people, including a mother holding a loudly bawling baby. Hubert is approaching the mother, reaching toward the baby.
“If I may assist, madam?”

Hubert has thrown the baby up in the air, tennis serve style, and is preparing to bat it across the road with his sword.