Screw reality, give me talking cats and dogs any day. And snappy-looking spiders any other day.
…movie fans nearly ruined movies for me.
What was that I said about living or…what?
Once I was a teacher, but then everything went weird.
My co-worker is fictitious. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
I think it’s pretty obvious by now that I have a rather active imagination where my life is concerned. For instance, if a spider were to drop from the ceiling, onto my bed, and steal one of my earplugs, I’d probably let him keep it.
This week should start a new arc of the story…if I can uncramp my hand.
I would like to add that the nine-year-old I used to be really likes the title “Revenge of the Sith.” We’ll get to that this week too, I’m sure.
I put so much effort into the 7/21 strip, that I’ve held up the 7/23 one.
Now my hand is cramped.
For the record, I don’t keep the shop-vac that close to the basement door, and I’d never leave the radio plugged in on the stairs. I could kill someone with that, and at the moment there’s no one I want to kill in the vicinity of my basement stairs.
I’ve said too much.
It’s a common goal among dogs, you know.
Right, well, I do have an audience…I think. And today is her birthday.
Hopefully she remembers Kolah Ghermezi. I wish I could understand Persian for that thing.
If I could take the furry kids shopping for their own food, maybe their sophisticated sense of smell would tell them what they’d like to eat.
Ninjas have sophisticated senses.
Cicadas emerge from my lawn every year. Oh, sure, they’re not the big ones, but what they lack in size, they make up in number. One almost always is chosen as ambassador and tries to greet me. It never works out.
I assume they were surprised to see the tree gone as well.
I have insider knowledge that I will still be reduced to the puddle 9 years from now. Also, I will be able to identify more spiders.
My favorite actor has a first name, it’s W-I-L-L-I-A-M….
Okay, I lost the tune, but Bill Hootkins is great. Show me a great movie, and I’ll show you a movie with Bill Hootkins.
This is the first time I tried to scan a napkin, and I’m not at all thrilled with the result. This doesn’t make me look forward to scanning the other hundred or so napkins I’ve drawn on over the years.
Damn you, Marcal! Damn you and your embossed paper products!