Back in the seventies, I happened on an old book of Harold Tucker Webster’s cartoons and was amazed to see that “Caspar Milquetoast” was not just a byword, but an actual character, and a really funny one at that. One more hilarious vintage cartoonist I wish were collected in ebook form, though images of a fair amount of his work can be searched online.
I love vegetables that taste good to me.
Yes. I was mostly kidding, since whether something tastes good or not is of course a matter of individual taste. But I say “mostly” kidding, because (in my experience) people who like those vegetables are all too likely to insist on serving them to people who can’t stand them, insisting that they really do taste good and that *any*one really would like them if they would just try them. Apart from my own kidding, I’ve never heard anyone insist that they really do taste awful and insist that someone else not eat them because if they could taste them at all they would absolutely hate them.
I do likewise wish that, for just a moment, I could taste what those foods (and asparagus, and liver) taste like to people who think they taste good. (But if I thought they taste good, could I ever look at myself in the mirror again?)
When I was a kid, we could only get one TV station and two radio stations, of course there was no internet, and sometimes a houseful of visiting relatives would be trapped inside for hours or days due to severe weather. Under those conditions, Monopoly would of course be resorted to. But I can’t even imagine anyone being willing to play it if there was anything else to do.
I wish that, just once, people who think they like the taste of cauliflower, broccoli, brussels sprouts, etc., could taste what those substances actually taste like to people with normally functioning human taste buds.
Now that GoComics has started evicting some longtime tenants, strips like this always make me nervous. I hope my forebodings are groundless …
In Dante’s Inferno, of course, all the souls are in the Inferno. The Purgatorio and Paradiso are separate books of The Divine Comedy, not parts of the Inferno.
Thanks for the tip — here it is:
I take it guitar store staff are just sick of hearing every potential customer play the same tune to test-drive every specimen on the premises??
In Harlan Ellison’s first Dangerous Visions anthology, if I recall?