Posts Tagged ‘Susan’
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The two pictures (not the middle one) are Burton and Taylor from “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”
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“You guys just put up with me, don’t you?” was a thought I had WAYYYY too often in my twenties.
Hey, I’m going to be interviewed on the Moonhawk Studios podcast Wednesday around 7:45 pm PST (it’s listed as 7:00, but ignore that). You can listen and sign in and ask questions in the chat room.
Oooh, there is nothing worse than hearing yourself. Especially if you’re a fool like I can be.
Sometimes I cautiously make suggestions, and the people I’m suggested to explain WHY they’re not doing that. I then gently try to explain that I’m still suggesting it.
The question is, was I Bruno or Susan in my head when writing this?
I wrote this strip before the 80s came back in sort-of vogue via retro-ironic.
I think this was the point I realized that I’d begun viewing Susan as more complex than I had previously written her (although I’d always liked how she was).
Oh, and that’s a poster of Soul Coughing’s “Ruby Vroom” album.
If you can’t lick ‘em, join ‘em.
I often wonder if parents are able to stand back when they see their child act in ways they disapprove and say, oh right, that fits into the philosophy I taught them.
Oh, and don’t forget, this is mid-June they are going swimming in New England. Still pretty damn cold in the water.
Problems which arise when one shares one’s mom.
(sorry, I forgot to upload the strip for today)
It’s funny how perspective can change a preconceived notion.
On certain days, New England is like this in the summer. Sometimes 100 degrees and sticky sweaty awful hot. And then the mosquitoes come.
Solution? Wear as little as possible, move as little as possible, and have every part of you touching as little else of you as possible.
