I just want you all to know Richard Harris was singing MacArthur Park on the radio as I scheduled this comic and I’m not trying to bring you all down with my silly comic, but I haven’t seen my blue-eyed Siberian tiger man since May 7. Except I did see him in a dream, and he looked young and bright-eyed and I hope wherever he is, he’s lounging in the sun.
If you see a butterfly today, say hello for us.
When I was little I thought moths were old butterflies. Now I know moths are butterflies of the night.
When photographing something cute, remember to turn around.
I believe the term is technically “float.”
That’s right, Puppy America!
Do not try to drop things on your spiders at home.
Don’t deny it, the weather gets like this and you just expect a Star Wars movie to be playing somewhere.
It was nice when it stopped being so cold I got frostbite in my eyeballs but now it’s getting warm and I can’t take off my pants in public.
Hugs to the butterflies. Catnip blossoms all over the place to the butterflies.
I’m recovering from dinner this past Thursday, and have decided to not eat again for quite a long time.
Meanwhile, movie week is under way and it starts with Emma. You say you don’t get it? You obviously haven’t watched Emma enough. The next strip’s going to be even weirder, but it comes from the fact that I *heart* Jeremy Northam, almost as much as I *heart* Emma and The Shining.
I’ve said too much already.
…they know what they want.