Ah, Christmas again. I still have mixed-feelings about celebrating it. But at least i don’t torture myself like I used to (and like Bruno does). Of course, not working in an office where I’d get asked and prodded about it every day about it helps.
This is the thing about the holidays. Even if it’s depressing to celebrate them, it’s often more depressing not to.
Good friends let you put yourself through your own crap, but are there for you when you’re done and ready to party.
She’s not talking about the play, dummy!
I believe this strip takes place in the “Old Courthouse” in St Louis.
Man-o-man-o-man. Do you remember Y2K? Everyone wondering if the computers would all collapse and planes would start falling out of the sky, and in a week we’d be living in hunter-gatherer tribes.
I was in L.A. at the time. Not more reassuring.
I’m surprised that Yeats wasn’t talked about more around Y2K. I think the poem (“The Second Coming”) was how for 2,000 years we go away from god, and then the next 2,000 we go back towards it, and on and on.
Maybe nobody talked about it because that idea is way too frikkin’ depressing.
This was my reaction to St. Louis’s “Gateway Arch,” I didn’t know you could go in it. Neat! And you go up by these little round elevators which travel in that upward curve. :)