This strip reminds me of two seminal moments from my youth. The first moment occurred in high school when my Writer’s Club friends and I were locked out of our meeting room because we no longer had a faculty sponsor. That lockout inspired a year’s worth of clandestine meetings, sans adults. My friends and I met on school grounds, in nearby diners, and at random parks in order to read and critique each other’s poems. It was perfect, really. The second (somewhat less seminal) moment occurred in grammar school. I was a huge fan of Garfield at the time and was encouraged to do a drawing of the tubby tabby. I did a tracing instead. It was lame.
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I’m not sure if the rules allow for it or not, but using a contraction in a haiku sure feels like cheating to me. The second line of this Brazil Nut-bashing poem reads, “Don’t try to claim you like them.” That’s seven syllables, all right, but it’s a cheap seven syllables. After all, “don’t” is one misplaced apostrophe and one extra vowel away from “do not.” If the kid in this strip had wanted to pen a bullet-proof haiku, he would have revised his second line, perhaps replacing it with, “Do not pretend you like them.”
Running smack-dab into a post is funny. Don’t believe me? Check out my favorite commercial of all time, below:
I’m guessing you laughed. You knew there would be an accidental collision, but you still laughed. Go ahead, watch it again. I bet it’ll be just as funny the second time. I’ve seen it a dozen times and it still makes me chuckle. Of course, the commercial has other qualities besides surprise. There’s the satisfying spectacle of a bully getting his comeuppance and an important message about bicycle safety. (Curiously enough, I don’t wear a helmet when I ride to the train station in the morning because I take a series of side streets. But I do keep an eye out for stray two-by-fours.)
When I first saw the binder in this strip I thought it was maroon, but knowing how little I know about color theory I decided to investigate. I opened the strip using the Gimp image editor, chose the color select tool, and determined the hex value of the binder: B6274B. Then I did some Googling and discovered the hex value of “true purple”: 990099. I was sure the binder wasn’t purple, but was it maroon? A Google Image search suggested it was pretty close, but a color palette site suggested it was too heavy on the red and (curiously enough) too light on the purple. I thought about exploring the issue further, but realized my Google searches had turned up way too many Maroon 5 references and decided to call it a night.
Tonight’s sequence of events: balanced checkbook; activated the warranty for a recently purchased cordless edge trimmer; washed dishes; prepared homemade macaroni and cheese; washed more dishes (this time standing next to a hot oven); listened to the Cubs game on the radio; packed a lunch; sat down on the couch to read comics; came across Big Nate; felt a breeze come through the window; realized it was summer; relaxed.
I’ve been running for four weeks now, gradually increasing my distance with each passing week. The first time I ventured outside, I made it three blocks before practically collapsing on the sidewalk. Last week, however, I was able to run a mile without breaking much of a sweat. And when it rained Friday morning, I was genuinely upset that I couldn’t take to the sidewalk for my morning jog. Miraculously, my mantra has evolved from, “Survive. Don’t give up.” to, “Next week’s run will be even longer! Oh boy!” Soon, I expect I’ll max out on distance and start to focus on increasing my speed.
This is the first week of the baseball season and, as the saying goes, hope springs eternal. Setting aside the embarrassing 16-5 loss the Chicago Cubs endured on opening day, hope springs eternal. Ignoring the grueling 3-2 loss the club suffered today after giving up a home run in the eighth inning, hope springs eternal. Discounting the 101 years since the team has won a World Series, hope springs eternal. Come on hope…any time you’re ready.