As a child, I always thought one could move or change things with one’s mind, if one concentrated hard enough. Fortunately I only tried to change things which my mind couldn’t change, so I wasn’t left in the exhaustive trap that Blake was.
The punchline here is very secondary, although if you look at a dog’s face when you rub them behind the ears, it is a very apt comparison. But the strip really hangs on the main truism, which I wrote from the heart.
I almost love getting caught in the cold damp rain, because the feeling a warm shower, putting on a dry bathrobe and slippers, and then even better — a fire and some cocoa, has got to be one of the most divine things ever. Which is funny, because you need the awfulness of being cold and damp or else it’s not the same.
One of the things I enjoyed about writing Ted is his understatement. he could’ve flown off the handle at vachel, but setting another place at the table is such a quiet statement, which says EVERYTHING he wants to say.
Heh. And Blake with the tofu.
Okay, polar bears are north pole, penguins are south pole, so of COURSE if penguins drove this far north it would be enticing for the polar bears to get in their triumph and seek the penguins out.