I’m not sure having one really skinny arm would be that useful, but I suppose entire X-Men have been based around being able to manipulate the size of your body. So yeah, if I had any control over it, being able to change the thickness of my arm might be useful.
This originates from the fact that I har people say this far too often. They tell me they support some disease, and not the fight against that disease. Of course, the fight against a disease is kind of goofy sounding too, but still a better option.
We always buy our cats some catnip and a toy for Christmas. They almost always get more enjoyment from leftover wrapping paper and empty boxes. There’s probably a lesson on consumerism here.
Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Awesome Kwanzaa! Enjoy the holidays, folks.
I’m all for starting educating young, but sometimes people get a bit silly about it. It isn’t that complex economic models don’t matter, it’s just that for a little kid they’re simply not going to make sense, even if mentally they’re capable of understanding the basic concept. Teach them about dinosaurs, poetry, and basic chemistry, instead.
Christmas is wonderful, but it sure is stressful with all kinds of things that can go horribly wrong. One such thing that can go horribly wrong is dressing your pets up for the holidays. It isn’t that anything in particular will happen, but it’s more that you simply never should do this.
Just like most people should only play Dance Central behind close doors where there’s no chance anyone else will ever see. Ever.
Today’s strip is fairly autobiographical. It actually went up a little late because I was drugged out on pain pills from a root canal. It’s amazing what pain can do to a good-hearted person. The type of mean it can bring out. And then there are people like me who don’t need an excuse to be mean. I suppose such pain reaffirms out meanness was right to begin with.
Some child waking Christmas morning to find Santa dead from head trauma might just be the most horrible moment for the rest of their lives. Remember that scene in Gremlins where Phoebe Cates describes finding Santa dead in her chimney? It scarred an entire generation just hearing that story. For shame, Super Mario.
There’s a sadness to scrolling too far down on a story you’re reading and discovering the comments section. For most major news sites this area is a festering cesspool of racist, homophobic, and misogynistic diatribes. Most people don’t speak this way in everyday life, so is it the anonymity of the Internet that opens up this hidden side to the public? I guess, but doesn’t anyone have anything better to do?
You’d think there was a monster keeping some students from turning in final papers on time. I’ve never personally had this excuse used on me, but I’m fairly certain a few have mulled over its use.
On the flip side, I recall finals being overwhelmingly frightening as a freshman, and increasingly becoming less threatening as I went along. How about you?
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