What you describe is the process of getting old. After age 40, with a slow accelleration, you begin the process of dying. Not noticable at first but slowly, over the course of years, you body gets weaker and aches a little more until one day you realize that doing the normal things in the course of a day now take a significant effort and discomfort. The time of free, easy, and painfree movement is gone and you are faced with the hard fact that you are just hanging in there for the chance of at least one more adventure. You’d be surprised what you can endure once you get your tolerance levels up. “Gettin’ old ain’t for sissies.” – Bette Davis
I’m gonna make a sign out of that. Add it to my inspirational signs collection. Of course you could substitute the word “family” in place of “friends” and it would work too. But I’d hate to leave out friends so why not replace it with “support systems”. And why be limited to just “dreams”? It should read" When your hopes, dreams, and aspirations, are out of reach, it’s nice to have a support system with a step stool."
Hmmmm. Doesn’t have the same ring to it, does it? There’s a lot to be said for concision, brevity, succinctity, terseness, shortness, aaaaaaaand this ain’t it.. ;-)
Is this a misspelling of “BASE” jumping (an acronym for Building, Antenna, Span (bridge), Earth (cliffs) or is he really talking about jumping fresh water fish?
OK, I just learned a new word – solfege. Roughly it’s a fancy name for the technique in the “Sound of Music” song.
I’d like to see you try an eight day series of puns based on a pentatonic scale.
Um… actually no. I hate puns – especially weakly contrived puns. Pastis occasionally hits some good ones but mostly his are just groaners. Deadlines will do that to you.
This was an interesting creative effort… but don’t do it again.
A Full Nelson cannot be a chokehold since the attacking person has both hands under the arms and BEHIND the neck of the victim which splays out both his arms. I think what you mean is a Headlock.
Only Jeff Mallet would mention the Paris-Roubaix as a sign of spring. I LOVE IT! It’s also nice that it rhymes… ;-)
Of course if you Anglicize the pronunciation it doesn’t work. When I was a kid I saw a car at a stoplight next to us and my mother asked what kind it was. I read the name off the name emblem and said it was a “Gran Prix” – only I pronounced it “grand pricks”. I couldn’t figure out why my dad was laughing so hard.
Where the heck is the editor? How do you (slang for urinate) rollerblades without a lathe? !! And as stated above, rollerblades have four or five wheels each to make a total of 36 or 44 wheels total (counting the wagon). What really stopped me though was “widdle” for “whittle”.
I liked Marblemouth’s comments even though even he misspelled “whittle”. :-)
It’s only a cartoon but the humor is lost when it sets off my grammar/spelling alarms hammered into me from the first grade on.
I’m gonna go get some cinnamon rolls now…(yes, I know “gonna” ain’t a word – sue me) ;-)
What you describe is the process of getting old. After age 40, with a slow accelleration, you begin the process of dying. Not noticable at first but slowly, over the course of years, you body gets weaker and aches a little more until one day you realize that doing the normal things in the course of a day now take a significant effort and discomfort. The time of free, easy, and painfree movement is gone and you are faced with the hard fact that you are just hanging in there for the chance of at least one more adventure. You’d be surprised what you can endure once you get your tolerance levels up. “Gettin’ old ain’t for sissies.” – Bette Davis