Here’s an interesting dilema: who do you root for in this strip? The old lady is obviously nuts, but Dr. Klownus and Mr. Mittens are obviously jerks, and also evil if you read this comic on a regular basis. This might make a good argument for strategic nuclear strikes.
Archive for ‘June, 2011’
The pursuit of illegal fireworks has always amused me. Nearly every state has fireworks stores right on the border with another state. The idea being that one state allows sales of fireworks that the other doesn’t. But how can this be? Shouldn’t there be one state that doesn’t care if your kid blows his arm off, but all the others are fairly prudish about explosives? It’s like every state has some unique explosive that only they’re allowed to sell. I would hate to be the state that got snakes.
My cat will risk its very life among nieces and nephews running wild just to get some sun through a window. It’s like every cat is Superman desperately trying to be recharged by the sun’s rays. At least, I wish my cat had super powers.
Anyone with a cat has experience with this phenomenon. Why do they do it? I assume cats’ brains are uniquely wired so they’re in constant flux between short and long-term memory. How else could one explain forgetting taped episodes of Pawn Stars? Well, probably many ways.
Some nights my cat goes through all three of these stages. Most of the time, however, how my cat sleeps on me is a pretty good indication of how it feels that particular night. The third panel title pretty much sums up how we both feel with that positioning. Cats are not kind bed buddies.
While not actually originating from one of our conversations, this does seem very close. I like the idea of pitting fictional characters against one another. Sadly, most people stick with obvious targets like Freddy vs Jason. I prefer to think of cereal mascots like Tony the Tiger or Lucky the Leprechaun from Lucky Charms battling. A small does of Calvin and Hobbes never hurt anything, really.
Students will try almost any excuse to get out of work. Often their excuses prove their true intellect, and make you kind of sad they don’t put the same effort into their actual work. But when all else fails, they always fall back to pink eye.
Considering all the superhero films coming out this summer, it would be more appropriate for this to be the plot of Super 8. I haven’t seen it yet, but I’d bet even money this ends up as a segment on Sesame Street.
Women tend to be big fans of animals, until they start eating one another. I don’t blame them for this, as the animals I eat I don’t want to consider all the animals they ate and the animals their food ate, etc. It’s like an HIV ad for vegans.
I feel sorry for retail employees. No, it’s not the poor wages or thankless work that garners my sympathy. I feel bad for all the customers they have to deal with. I have to interact with these people for short random encounters. They have to deal with them all day. I doubt most customers are this way, but I assume it’s enough.