I’m not a picky eater, but nothing on this plate looks appetizing to me. The pizza is laden with pepperoni, which is my least favorite topping. The tuna is gray, which is never a good sign when it comes to fish. Even the peanut butter and jelly sandwich is made with grape jelly (I prefer strawberry). But those are minor qibbles compared to the problems I have with the burrito. The pasty whiteness of the tortilla makes me think it’s seriously undercooked and doughy, and that makes me wary of whatever ingredients may be lurking inside. So if it came down to it, I’d probably reject all the items on this plate. Hmm…maybe I am a picky eater.
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For years, I’ve thought of Easter as a minor holiday. Compared to the big three of Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, it’s always struck me as a day for hungry children and particularly religious adults. Even the observant Catholics in my family treated Easter like little more than an opportunity to eat ham. But then I went to Rome during Holy Week and saw what a big deal it could be. Open-air ceremonies at the Colosseum. Long lines at the Vatican Museum. Religious and secular revelers sharing good vibes on the Metro. These scenes left me with the impression that Easter is a real event in Europe, marked by much more than tepid hunts for soft-boiled eggs and noontime nibbles of Russel Stover chocolates.
Whenever I see a Sunday edition of Pearls Before Swine that concludes with Rat lecturing cartoonist Stephan Pastis, I know I’m in for some twisted linguistics. Years ago, that meant a simple set-up leading into some ridiculous rambling, along the lines of today’s FoxTrot. These days, the strip prefers impossibly convoluted set-ups that lead into awful, groan-worth puns. Today’s Pearls provides a perfect example.
As much as I like the puns, I also miss the rhythmic run-ons of years past. Here’s hoping there will be a place for both types of strips in the future.
When I saw today’s installment of FoxTrot, I figured the numbers translated to something juvenile like, “Paige Fox is bad at math.” Then I pulled out a pen and a scientific calculator, and solved the puzzle only to find…
At least I didn’t have to solve any of the advanced equations (like C, Q and U) to figure out the puzzle. It’s been a while since I’ve taken a high school math class and even though I managed to solve the cube root equation, I couldn’t remember all of the intricacies of the sin and cos functions. Even so, this proved to be a fun 17-13-25-10-9-23-13-15-20.
Even though I’ve heard countless references to tech darling Twitter in recent months, I still appreciate the fresh take on the service that constitutes today’s FoxTrot. The set-up does a great job of illustrating what a time waster Twitter is; a true monument to minutiae. I’m also charmed by the fact that the mother in this strip is technologically savvy enough to type tweets into her mobile phone, yet lacks the common sense to notice her son and his friend crouching beside a desk. To be fair, I also missed the tops of their heads perched there in plain sight, at least at first glance.
As a matter of common sense, it’s a bad idea to give your wife a spatula for Valentine’s Day. But as a matter of practicality, it’s a bad idea to buy a heart-shaped spatula under any circumstance. I can only imagine how difficult it would be to use this contraption. A heart-shaped spatula narrows at the base, which would cause a pancake to curve in and develop a small bulge. Compare this to a standard spatula that’s easy to control and allows for a seamless flipping motion. There may be nothing less romantic than giving cookware for Valentine’s Day, but dooming your family to a batch of misshapen, potentially undercooked pancakes is almost as inconsiderate.
Far be it for me to judge, but I’m willing to guess that the kid with the football is overestimating his throwing ability in this strip. Eleven yards may seem like a short distance when watching professional athletes on TV, but it can be daunting for a grammar school student, especially one who can convert meters to yards in his head. Then again, looks can be deceiving. The kid might be good at math and have a cannon for an arm.