You may disagree, but the current storyline at PVP sure looks like a classic shark-jumper. In a nutshell, Brent is dreaming about a possible future, because Jade thinks she might be pregnant. I’m hoping it’ll turn out to be a false alarm, with some plotty goodness that makes it all just a scary side-issue. But it may well be the next direction for this strip, because quite often strips follow a kind of life of their own that may more or less mirror their creators’ lives. Which means that the classic dictum “write what you know” works just as well…

Discovered with relish and and an extra helping of schadenfraude at Clack: Man, falling approvals in the polls really suck! I’ve seen these “falling figure” animations before, but this one made me laugh – every now and then, George gets stuck. You can use the mouse pointer to drag him between spheres and set him on his downward course again, or you can just drag him every which-a-way on the winds of change or public opinion polls or whatever. But when he gets stuck, it’s often in some anatomically impossible and rather disturbing position, and if you don’t drag him…

‘Calvin and Hobbes’ Creator Finally ‘Speaks’ — in Book Intro The Complete Calvin and HobbesBy: Bill Watterson A new Calvin and Hobbes book? I’d better let AKMA know about this. But, oh my GOD, it’s almost $95 dollars. Yes, it’s all the strips and Sunday panels and everything. But that’s a lot… yet we’re talking about Calvin and Hobbes here. Damn. I already own 3 Calvin and Hobbes paperbacks that I occasionally crack open. I loves me some C&H (if you recall, an early graphic I used here was of Hobbes “blogging.” Well, damn. It’s kind of hard to justify…

This was the Get Fuzzy from the day after we brought Riley home.

I was bombing along the back lane of the company parking lot, which runs like slot behind the building when I looked up and saw this guy crouched down in the roadway fiddling with his shoe. As I slowed down to a more moderate pace (after all, the posted limit is just 15mph) I waited for him to straighten up and move out of the way. And I slowed up some more, and waited. And waited. Finally, he finished and walked out of the way. He was a nice looking, even drop dead gorgeous black guy with a nice head…

How totally bizarre – what must Weather Pixie be thinking? Thunder, lightning, a bikini, and an umbrella with a metal frame – there’s a recipe for camera-ready disaster. At least the little kitty isn’t there, too. At least he has enough sense to come in out of the rain. And yes, I know it’s not a bikini, but who cares about “One-Piece Weather Girl” or “Maillot Weather Girl?” It seems to be raining now (hard to tell where I sit) and so yay for all the plants and lawns and flowers, I say. Not so yay for anyone that has…

I was dropping off flyers and picking up some iced chai at Caribou Coffee before choir practice this morning when I encountered this antlered water-sports enthusiast. I wants one. I wants one real bad. I have no idea why, I just want a Snorkelbou. The accessories are piable plastic or vinyl. The life preserver around his waist is lightly inflated. His fur is soft and in spite of all the accoutrements, he’s way cuddly. It is teh way stupid cute thing ever. Snorkelbou! Originally uploaded by GinnyRED57.

On my way in to work this morning, I saw a car whip around a turn just in front of me, then come to a screeching halt. Why? Because a large gaggle of geese was waddling slowly across the street (several breeding pairs and their progeny). Traffic backed up. People got impatient. “Honk! Honk!” said the cars. “Honk! Honk!” said the geese. It was pretty pointless, like much of the debate to come in the Senate Judiciary Committee. Somebody’s going to get mowed down eventually, once the honking stops.

Mozillas and Gnus attack IE! Aiyee! If you click it, they will come. Eventually, Bill pops up in panic mode. Via the fabbleous Boing Boing, natch.

“You are no match for my powerful happy armpit hair death ray, which I can utilize for only 8,000 yen!” cries your savior, who rides to your rescue on a white coat and sporting a porno mustache. The happy armpit hairs quickly become sad, shaking in fear at what the stranger might pull out of his pocket. My sister Timmy is not going to understand why this is funny. My sister Tudy is not going to understand why this is funny. My oldest niece Holly will probably get a kick out of it. Let’s love armpit happy! For my Brillo…