The main character in Watch Your Head is supposed to be the archetypal egghead – smart, geeky, and awkward around the opposite sex. But his line in panel three is actually pretty smooth. He’s even managed to raise one eyebrow for effect. Well done!
Archive for February, 2008
This didn’t make me laugh as much as it made me nod in agreement. I recently got an iPhone for my birthday (lucky me, I know) and while I like watching YouTube clips on the small screen, I have no desire to watch TV shows or movies on anything smaller than a living room set. I was even bothered by those small kitchen TVs that were fashionable a few years ago.
I wrote a letter to CBS once, protesting the proposed cancellation of Picket Fences. I even got my Modern World History teacher to do the same, but it didn’t make much of a difference. The show was dropped after its fourth season and the final episodes were even brushed aside to make room for a mid-season replacement. If I were starting a letter writing campaign now, I guess it would be to lower the price of the Picket Fences DVDs.
Okay, so I realize it’s fashionable to make fun of the Knicks, but why start this year? After all, the team hasn’t had a winning season since the 2000-01 season, and had a disastrous record of 23-59 in 2005-06. That said, Get Fuzzy raises a good point in that Bigfoot would address the team’s need for a big man.
Here’s where I think Monty is worrying too much. His weak chuckle is probably due to the fact that the latest Geico commercial – the one that shows two cavemen talking about their ABC TV show – is only mildly amusing. The older commercials were funnier, but they’ve been in rotation so long that the punchlines have diminished.
Maybe it’s because Hillary Clinton’s run for president has the pundits chattering, or maybe it’s because I’ve been exposed to almost an entire episode of Cashmere Mafia, but either way I’ve heard a lot of hackneyed debate lately about the notion of women “having it all.” Despite the rehashed nature of it, the debate does touch on the serious, competing pressures that affect many women’s lives.
If I had to articulate those pressures, I would almost certainly turn to Sally Forth’s bittersweet lullaby to herself in today’s strip. It strikes such a perfect grace note that I could identify with it fully, even though I’m a 28-year-old man with no children. I do like bacon, but in this case I’m pretty sure I was responding to the wistfulness and the strong characterization.
This might explain why teenagers experience such extreme mood swings; it’s the constant energy boosts, followed by the inevitable crashes, all brought on by a childhood filled with pudding cups. But if regular highs and lows are going to be the consequence, it might as well be because of chocolate pudding. No sense putting yourself through the ringer as an adolescent if all you get out of it as a kid is tapioca.