"It was hell," recalls former child.
An obscure blog and two reactionary soundbite generators. I should have said “serious replies only.”
We all have a little homicidal clone in our head telling us to do things. Right?
A touch: I do confess it!
They’re in everybody’s eggs.
Why is it always vampires? I remember when this strip was about werewolves and mummies.
Heading out of town for a while, by the way. Just keep being witty amongst yourselves.
On a personal note, I’m about to be off on another multi-week trip north to attempt to see my dad in person at the Home where he’s in hospice care. I went up in September, and they changed it the day I arrived so I couldn’t see him then.
Just so I wouldn’t worry about the trip too much, I broke a tooth night before last and had root canal yesterday and follow-up work today.
I will, of course, miss you all in direct proportion to how many Likes I have gotten from you. I’ll bet you wish now you’d been more generous with the button.
Put the horses in the back. It’s all downhill from here.
Whatever. I guess I’m too addicted to roads, power grids, phones, edible food, and cleaner air and water to appreciate true freedom.
Technically, they’re your enemy-in-law.