Baby Blues (10/31/09)

It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten a bowl of sugary cereal for breakfast. I didn’t eat gobs of the stuff as a child, but I was allowed the occasional bowl of Lucky Charms, which was a curious cereal for my mom to be lax about considering the fact that it’s mostly marshmallows. I also indulged in Cocoa Crispies from time to time, which generated a nice little pool of chocolate milk at the end. I’m tempted to go buy a box right now, although I’m sure I could replicate the experience (and the dental work) by pouring milk over a handful of leftover M&Ms and chowing down.

Baby Blues (9/19/09)

This strip reminds me of one of the most disgusting (but also entertaining) things I’ve ever seen. A few years ago, my fiance and I were sitting in her cousin’s backyard, enjoying a nice summer evening with drinks and smores and friends and family. For reasons I can’t recall, her cousin decided to see how many pieces of bubble gum he could fit in his mouth at once. He was up to 18 pieces of Bubblicious before he decided to attempt a phone conversation. The poor guy almost choked on the sugary mass before spitting it out and succumbing to a coughing fit.

Baby Blues (6/30/09)

I can empathize with the woman in this strip, given the number of dishes piled high atop my kitchen sink. At present, there are four (4) dinner plates, four (4) dinner glasses, three (3) Tupperware containers with lids, one (1) stainless steel frying pan with lid, one (1) non-stick frying pan with lid, one (1) large mixing bowl, one (1) plastic water bottle and at least a dozen (12) cooking and eating utensils. I’m going to wash these dishes now, at which point I’m sure another stack will magically appear on the counter beside me. If not today, then tomorrow. And every day for the rest of my life.

Baby Blues (6/27/09)

When I was growing up, my dad would refer to salt as “sand,” particularly when he was seasoning his scrambled eggs. I can see the resemblance in terms of consistency, but when it comes to everything else – color, smell, taste, nutritional value – the two things are worlds apart. I suppose an unusually hungry person might overlook a bit of grittiness in his eggs, but the rest of us would probably recoil at the notion of a sand-blasted serving. Then again, a ridiculously over-salted egg would be just as gritty and would have the added negative of losing almost all of its natural flavor.

Baby Blues (4/23/09)

Here’s a strip that illustrates the importance of grammar, particularly commas. This girl’s letter to the earth would have taken on a considerably different tone had she written “you owe me one planet” instead of “you owe me one, planet.” Without punctuation, the request would have sounded an awful lot like extortion; something along the lines of, Hey earth! I saved your behind by reducing my carbon footprint. Now I want one of your solar system buddies to make an appearance in my backyard or I’ll start firing up the smokestacks again. Not a smart threat, to be sure.

Baby Blues (3/9/09)

There’s something sad about the boy in this strip, sitting cross-legged in front of the television and absorbing platitudes in 4/4 time. His rapt attention in the first panel seems curious, given the likelihood that a purple dinosaur or animated sprite is the messenger belting out the self-affirming musical number. It’s good to see, then, that television hasn’t completely destroyed this boy’s imagination. If you could truly be anything you chose to be, then a Komodo Dragon wouldn’t be a bad choice at all.

Baby Blues (9/23/08)

First things first – any couple that ran the type of rat race that the parents in this strip ran would not be waxing poetic about how they “make a great team.” They would be collapsed on the couch watching CSI: Miami. But even if one of them did make the “great team” comment, I’m not sure the “shallow bench” remark is an appropariate follow-up. The kids are rookies on this team, after all, and their goofy clothes constitute the same type of hazing that major league ball players endure. They’ll be expected to pull their weight soon enough, but for now they’re just learning the ropes.