Archive for August, 2012
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That’s simply a thing I get no end of delight in about dogs: give them a milk biscuit and usually everything is fine NO MATTER WHAT.
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I often feel this way when I self-impose deadlines. I really really REALLY hope someone out there has expectations on me — so that I’m living up to something aside from my own self-silliness.
This reminds me of when I make a joke which is sarcastic or a huge exaggeration, and someone listening believes it, and I feel so bad because my intention is to never make other feel stupid.
Silly me.
It is such a very-fast inner discussion, while trying to hide your expression, when seeing something beautiful destroyed by a child who is trying to express love and doesn’t know the “value” adults put on things.
If I remember correctly, this strip was partly inspired by a scene from “My Neighbor Totoro” where the character May puts flowers (if I remember correctly) one-by-one on her father’s desk while he works.
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I like having such a dog specific joke, those funny plastic cones they have to wear. Oh, and sometimes I’ve been the unwanted cheerer-on, sometimes the unwanting to be cheered-on.
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