over the hill


Detail of 'Bug Martini' by Adam Huber, 22 February 2016.To the one, jokes about the ravages of age, generally speaking, and the horror of middle age more particularly, are proverbial low-hanging fruit, and, sure you’re welcome to do a testicle joke, here.

Oh, right. Low-hanging fruit. Adam Huber. But, you know, no testicle joke.

Just, you know, a bug swallowing an ice tray.

Oh, wait. That’s not right. Besides, does anybody under forty know what an ice tray is?

Never mind. Something about a bag of party ice would be pushing it. But, yeah, there is this weird time in memory, between ice trays and ice makers, when everyone seemed to have a bag of ice in their freezer. Oh, right. And sixteen random cooler packs, none of which matched the cooler they actually hauled out when occasion demanded.

Because the one reliable thing about middle age is that it leaves you feeling like a ranting old fart.

Goddamn cooler pack landfill nightmares.


Image note: Lordy, Lordy ― Detail of Bug Martini by Adam Huber, 22 February 2016.

Middle Age

Detail of 'Bug Martini' by Adam Huber, 17 March 2015.In the Beginning, God created Adam, and probably should have learned His lesson.

Okay, that doesn’t really make sense, but there really isn’t any proper way to panic at the idea that our Bug Martini idolatry is slipping.

Then again, what is he gonna do, a drive-by shooting with silly flag pistols? Hell hath no fury quite so hilarious as a cartoonist scorned, or, at the very least, forgotten for a day or two because there was all sorts of other crap going on.


Huber, Adam. “The Good, the Bad, and the Oldie”. Bug Martini. 17 March 2015.