It was fun when writing this week of strips to suddenly see the double meaning of the phrase. It’s something I am constantly doing, seeing more than one meaning to words or phrases and then jotting them down.
This is an oddly written strip, all over the map, but somehow the chaos of their lives hold it together. Sometimes the mechanics of what i do are beyond me, I just have to do it until it feels right.
I have a strange love and appreciation for sandwiches. I find even the word to be poetic.
I suppose having Peanut Butter and Jelly almost every day of the first 30 years of my life may have had an influence there (true fact).
It’s true that a majority of children seem to gravitate towards gender-specific items (though how much is nature or nurture is still a puzzle), but it amazes me that people still try to FORCE children to act according to their what their gender is “supposed” to like rather than personality.
Anyhow, it was fun to put in the gender frog, and if it had occurred to me I likely would have included the frog again.
Oh, and if you haven’t seen the fun viral video yet:
This is one of those strips which I think would be horrid if the chemistry of everything wasn’t right. But Blake’s request for it, and Ted’s good natured “I don’t know my own strength” saved it from pure evil.
And then there’s Vachel.
Apologies, yesterday’s strip didn’t go up until evening. My fault. But it’s up now, so click on yesterday’s strip if you missed it. :)
A somewhat bleak commentary on our relationship with pets. And slaves. And significant others.