Recent Comments

1. almost 15 years ago on For Better or For Worse

   I NEVER tell my husband he “can’t” go out with his friends or his dad. I really resent the idea that I have this authority–he’s a grown-up person, free to go where he likes and do what he chooses. Besides, or possibly because of this policy, these occasions don’t crop up that often, anyhow. He usually spends evenings and weekends with me and the kids, anyway, and that’s the way we like it. But if a friend of his invites him out for a beer or two, I tell him to have a good time and mean it. I have NEVER sulked afterward. All I ask is that he drive safely home. And I have the same freedom that he does. We’re both adults, after all.

2. almost 15 years ago on Cathy Classics

   What makes you think there WILL be future children?

3. almost 15 years ago on Calvin and Hobbes

   This reminds me SO MUCH of one of my own little Calvins (I have two of them–lucky me!–twin 7-year-old girls). The one in this case can stay awake until 2 or 3 am, thinking of the oddest questions, because her brain literally doesn’t stop and she can’t relax. I think my favorite question was “Do spiders have knees?” Since I have a degree in animal sciences, I was able to answer that yes, they do, they have seven knees on each leg–that’s a lot of joints!–which satisfied her, and she went happily back to bed…until the next time.

   This girl and her sister are diagnosed with severe ADHD, and I’m a bit surprised that no-one has ever brought up that Calvin might have it as well. He certainly has all the hallmarks: he’s highly intelligent, if not a genius (one of mine is, which sometimes gives me the heebie-jeebies), imaginative, disconnected from his peers, distrustful of authority and unable to sit still for long periods. He reminds me of my own girls so much sometimes I wonder if Bill Watterson knew a child with this disorder.

   But so far, she’s not asked if people come from spores.

4. almost 15 years ago on Bloom County

   I refuse to go to Carl’s Jr. primarily because their commercials are absolutely disgusting. I HATE watching somebody eating a burger sloppily, dripping ketchup and other sauces all over their clothing and listening to them chewing loudly. And this is supposed to be a GOOD thing? Yuck. Give the man a napkin! Several napkins! And lessons in how to eat! I believe the slogan is “Don’t bother me, I’m eating.” No, you’re not, you’re trying to ingest it through your skin….Ugh!

5. almost 15 years ago on Dog Eat Doug

   fritzoid,

   I don’t think it’s a problem.

   It was just a comment, including Joe’s opinion, even if it was obvious (to you). So let him talk and play nice!

6. about 15 years ago on Adam@Home

   At my wedding, my bridesmaids wore sundresses that they got at Mervyn’s. Our colors were cobalt blue and ivory and these were sort of cream colored linen with eyelet holes and looked quite lovely. Best of all, I knew they were dresses they would wear again. Bridesmaids’ dresses don’t HAVE to be monstrosities or expensive.

7. about 15 years ago on Cul de Sac

   They do in Alaska, but not outside the United States, that is true.

8. about 15 years ago on Stone Soup International Sundays

   Macushlalondra,

   That is Dickerson, a co-worker who has never been anything but a jerk to Val but seems to go out of his way to attract her attention. It has recently been posited by Phil (and others, including Holly) that Dickerson has something of a crush on Val but, being the emotionally immature guy he is, can’t do anything but punch her in the arm, so to speak. Val is horrified by the whole situation and avoids him as much as possible.

9. about 15 years ago on Adam@Home

   The only time I might have experienced this effect (I’ve been lucky that way) was when I was a young and brash teenager. We had a Shetland pony at the time that refused to allow anyone but my handicapped sister on her back, and I decided one afternoon that this was ridiculous and come hell or high water I was going to break her. Well, she bucked me off in about two seconds, but, being a teenager, I got back on. She bucked me off again, in about the same amount of time (man, was she a wild one when she wanted to be!) and my head landed near a large rock. I decided not to try my luck a third time and abandoned her to her amusements.

   Anyway, the point is, I didn’t experience any time dilation. To my point of view, I was on her back, I was on the ground. I never, ever, recalled being in the air. Anyone else who’s been bucked–was this your experience, too?

10. about 15 years ago on Calvin and Hobbes

    HelmetHead,

    You aren’t Canadian, by chance, are you? And if you are, have you heard of a band called Great Big Sea? Or are you just really into hockey?