Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for January 22, 2021

How many times has Hobbes’s cowardice… I mean common sense saved Calvin from serious injury?

This reminds me of that one Shel Silverstein poem about the flying hippo, which had a happy end, a sad end, and a chicken end.

Says the kid who hides from the snowmen that he made.

Trust the tiger, kid. Trust the tiger.

Hobbes hasn’t lasted this long by doing foolish things!

Some favour the middle ground!

Sissy weasels have longer lifespans

I’m w/ Hobbes here. Except there really does need to be a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows (or whipped cream, your choice).

I’d probably be with Hobbes in the middle ground.

I emphatically resent this unwarranted slur on fine, upstanding, law-abiding weasels and I fully intend to write a strongly worded letter of my outrage to the editor. So there . . . !

Meh! I’ll stick to the middle ground, Names don’t hurt me, ravine’s on the other hand….

Living, healthy, sissy weasels.

Middle ground? I didn’t think we had that anymore.

“Sissy Weasel” could be translated as “Survivor”.

Not that there’s anything wrong with sissy weasels.

I’d take the comic book and the fireside too, given the choice!

What happens when one does not let testosterone get in the way of common sense.

The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2AZH4FeGsc

I hereby announce the formation of the League of Sissy Weasels! There is no formal membership but people may join by such simple acts as sitting in front of a fireplace with a mug of hot chocolate.

Calvin better watch out. Sissy Weasels are fightin’ words.

“Middle Ground:” The lesser-known invention of J. R. R. Tolkien.

This is an old strip, today the kids wear helmets on the slopes.

The truly wise, compromise. Have a cup of tea.

Ah, the middle ground: warm, dry and indoors…

And if we don’t try – Mr. Watterson won’t get to draw those fantastic last panels with briefly suspended in air after launching off of a cliff…

Flash recall — ward at local hospital named in honor of our family for all the injury patients we provided.

People say “Dare to Try” all the time, but you never know what trying will end up doing to your health.

Hobbes voted to stay home?

I have a friend who broke his hip skiing a couple of years ago. He has fully recovered (young guy) and was considering going downhill skiing with the first snow this year. He had second thoughts. He could avoid crowds on the slopes … but not in a hospital, if he were injured again. Worst time in history to be hospitalized. Went in from some cross-country skiing instead.

No guts, no glory.

Calvin…Calvin… what you just said is not P/C…shame on you

No, the middle ground is for comfort-loving tigers…save me some cocoa and a comic book, Hobbes…

An outdoor fireplace??

A little wisdom on the differences between bravery, cowardice and foolhardiness:

“I’d rather be a live mouse than a dead boss!”

— Ed Norton to Ralph Kramden, discussing the possible results of telling your wife that you’re the boss of the house

Some people live happy lives in the middle ground.

Sometimes being a sissy weasel is the best option, especially when it involves a nice warm fire on a cold snowy day.

The sissy feline is right this time.

This day will be marked as “Get Rid of Trump Day” Happy GRT Day! xD

Having broken both my legs, a combination of three different times, costing 100s of thousands of dollars, countless surgeries and enough exotic metallic hardware implanted throughout both legs to get pulled aside for additional screening whenever I fly, I have adopted the middle ground of sissy weasels.