Ah. So much of life is perspective. You can view a circus on your doorstep at the moment of a newly burgeoning romance as an interruption, or on the new light of morning realize how much of a joy it is.
Being a hermit living alone in a big house in the woods, 30 is a big number indeed. I didn’t want to gloss over that fact. Apparently, neither did Stanley.
A big part of daily comic writing is to write kids with adult attributes, and adults with kid attributes (the irony creates the humor). In this case it’s a trait I find terribly endearing, when a child asks an adult if the adult will be alright, to help bolster their own confidence.
Also, Francois? Really? What a funny stereotype to play on. :)
I think my face would be pretty stiff (or “priceless”) too, if I were doing the mambo on a tight rope.
If there were jobs for “cynicism,” I would have many friends who could apply. Once upon a time I could, but although I’m in general philosophically on the cynical side, it no longer “takes most of my time” and so I’m out of practice.
I’ve never had a liking for blanket statements from the bottom or top or any direction. Not that there aren’t truths to some, but universality just rubs me oh so the wrong way.