Archive for the ‘Watch Your Head’ Category

Watch Your Head (2/19/11)

February 19, 2011

Last year, when I moved into my first house and found myself burdened with a longer commute, I resolved to make changes to my morning routine. For one thing, I decided to get up earlier. That meant placing my alarm clock in another room, so I would have to get out of bed in order to shut it off. The first few weeks, I was so tired that I either shuffled right back to bed or crashed on the couch. Fortunately, it didn’t take long for the message to sink in: wake up! Now I find myself getting up early on weekends, which strikes me as taking the whole “early to rise” thing entirely too far.


Watch Your Head (8/10/10)

August 10, 2010

Here’s a strip that combines three of the worst crutches used by cartoonists today: jokes about technology, jokes that (wink, wink) refer to sex, and puns. References to Twitter and Facebook sound dated, sexual innuendo registers as either way too creepy or way too chaste, and puns…well, they’re a guilty pleasure of mine, but I can’t in good conscience defend them. With everything it has going against it, this strip should fall flat on its face, but instead it made me laugh out loud. Go figure.

Watch Your Head (2/7/10)

February 7, 2010

When I was a senior in college, the state of Illinois decided to close its budget gap by declaring me ineligible for a tuition grant. That would have been fine had their decision not come two weeks before the start of the fall semester. As it happened, the state’s number crunching left a $2,500 hole in my tuition payment, which required an emergency trip to my college’s financial aid office. I remember standing in line for hours with dozens of other students, most of whom were in the same boat. When I finally made my way to the front of the line, I was in no mood to talk about hair.

Watch Your Head (10/5/09)

October 5, 2009

10-05-09 (Watch Your Head)

I don’t think it’s unusual for people to overreact to small things in their lives. For example, I have two sets of forks, one slightly smaller than the other, and I like to keep them separate in the utensil drawer. That way, it’s easier to grab a fork when it’s time to eat dinner. And I must admit that I get annoyed when the forks are thrown together in a disheveled manner. But I also realize that this is quite possibly the least consequential thing in the known universe and that it’s not worth getting worked up about. A neat utensil drawer (like a well placed desk lamp) can be a wonderful thing, but it’s hardly worth the trouble to turn it into a crusade.

Watch Your Head (9/29/09)

September 29, 2009

09-29-09 (Watch Your Head)

Now that my fiance has her engagement ring, she’ll be able to ward off the skeevy dudes who approach her on the train (we ride separate trains to work). It’s one thing to strike up a pleasant conversation with a stranger, but it’s quite another to put your arm around them, kiss their hand, tell them they’re beautiful or write them a love note with your phone number included. These are not romantic gestures when they come from a random stranger on a train car. Fortunately, they can now be neutralized with a simple display of my fiance’s ring finger. And if that doesn’t work, the finger next to it can be used to good effect.

Watch Your Head (4/5/09)

April 5, 2009


The realistic banter in this strip gives the impression of being a fly on the wall in an undergrad’s off-campus apartment. Fortunately, the exchange is entertaining to boot, which can’t always be said of dialogue that uses social realism as a guiding principle. Just because something is true to life, doesn’t mean it’s interesting. In this case, though, lines like, “Nobody wants to hear about your social diseases” give the dialogue just enough of a kick to keep it from sounding mundane. I doubt that a modern college student would use that particular euphemism, but I thought it was clever enough to warrant a chuckle and carry the strip pleasantly to its punchline.

Watch Your Head (1/2/09)

January 2, 2009


The guy in this strip has been talking to the girl in the black shirt all week after ditching his date (who is, appropriately enough, named January). I’m sure this conversation has lasted all of five minutes, but it’s seemed painfully awkward and drawn out when spread across five days of comic strips. The guy’s expression in panel three sums it all up. I just hope he realizes the error of his ways and manages to avoid that knee to the groin.