I love when new technologies like Kinect tell me they are simplifying television by allowing me to yell at it. I suppose angry confrontation is the simplest form of communication, but I always thought my television and I had a more refined relationship.
Posts Tagged ‘Mr. Mittens’
While Curiosity might make for a great scientific achievement, there is a part of me far more interested in what people will find to protest about it. People get mad over everything, and their furor is usually quite entertaining. Has a good TV program ever capitalized off this? Perhaps Jerry Springer?
Regardless, congrats to NASA and the team behind Curiosity.
I’d like to think that if aliens did decide to invade that they’d first study us and learn about our culture. Then if they did invade us on the fourth of July, it would be for ironic purposes of enslaving us on our Independence Day. Of course, the timing wouldn’t be so much fun for the rest of the world.
Whenever I am around my mom and her friends they discuss the obituaries with such authority. Not only do they know many of the people (at least by some third degree familiarity), but it often leads to a discussion of the dwindling number of people they went to high school with. They are not that old. I assume this desire to discuss simply just kicks in at some point.
My youngest cat sits and watches birds for hours. I realized the other day that I cared more about her entertainment than actually feeding the birds. Does this make me a horrible person? Sure, but not this alone.
This is one of those strips where it isn’t always clear how to transition the audience from the first two panels to the punchline in the third. You just have to lay enough clues and hope the connection is clear.
In public service warning news, please don’t take this as advocation of violence against the postal service. They’re fine men and women. Mr. Mittens is just evil, being a cat and all.
We didn’t even get through the first weekend of release before people started weighing in on the politics behind the smash hit THe Hunger Games. I suppose this shouldn’t surprise anyone, but I found it both amusing and sad. People can somehow co-op any message to be about their particular cause. Trust me, Donald Duck has a lot to say about diabetes…you just won’t understand a word of it.
I always like the idea of really elaborate schemes to teach simple lessons. It’s sort of the whole sitcom mentality where an adult character creates an elaborate setup for a Halloween episode all just to teach the kids to listen to their parents, or drink milk…I forget which.
I’m fairly certain that most corporate (or in this case, academic) communication works like this. You’d think that all those canisters would be expensive, but tehy’re actually surprisingly affordable.
The rat and cat can’t even fight over normal issues when disrupting communication is at stake.
When I was a kid there was a constant fight between those who preferred the Eskimo Pie and those who preferred the Dream Bar. If you were headed to the grocery store, you knew you had to make a claim for your favorite or else be forced eating ice cream that didn’t exactly fit your personal taste. Oh, the many inhumanities we suffer in this day and age.