I am a huge fan of sugared cereal. In fact, I’m not sure things without sugar deserve to be called cereal. I suppose they’re basically porridge.
I like Froot Loops, Lucky Charms, and assorted other cereals that will surely give me a heart-attack before I’m 40. I’m guessing the fruit in Froot Loops is misspelled for legal reasons, since they contain nothing remotely close to fruit.
Consultants get a lot of work in education, but I’m never quite sure what their qualifications are. Mostly, they seem to be having the title of consultant. This is like bringing in a florist to consult a surgeon before a heart transplant. Somehow, it just doesn’t make sense.
I’ve heard on occasion people push using random technologies more or less in class. Sometimes it’s texting, or PowerPoint, or Internet, or…whatever. Not that there can’t be any use for texting in a class, but it probably shouldn’t be forced.
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.
I have a cat who I joke has won this award two years running. The idea that the National Audubon Society would attempt to mock one cat a year amuses me. In truth, it must be sort of embarrassing for any cat that goes through life without hunting one other creature successfully. I know that’s why you buy them toy mice and such, but surely they know better. I think there’s a business idea there–local stores you can take your cat to and pay for an hour of them hunting mice and birds in a controlled environment. Sound sick and twisted? That’s what they said about Google, too.
Nothing is worse than someone trying to correct grammar only to be proven wrong. There’s an awkwardness that just sort of hangs in the air for a while. It’s usually a good idea to avoid such situations by simply not being a pretentious jerk. Actually, that’s decent advice for all of life.
There’s always this type of person at every workplace. They’re not always in marketing–just most of the time. Why are they always so positive? Are they mocking me? I rarely accomplish anything in meetings with them around. I’m too suspicious, which is apparently the best quality I could possibly have, according to Harry.
There’s a lot of fear expressed by young men that they will be falsely accused of sexual assault. I’m not sure how common this is, but many pontificate on the subject so much that you’d assume it’s an hourly occurrence. This does not seem to be the case. I’d wager it’s more an issue the other way.
And what is the deal with Herman Cain?
Facebook
Funny or Die
Google Plus
Twitter
Viddler
Vimeo
YouTube