You have to have the proper balance of personalities to play a good game. Or maybe playing games properly leads to having a balanced personality.
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Chips and Dip. Is that a thing? Do young couples still bring chips and dip to get-togethers, or is there some fancy hip new thing I don’t know about? Cheese and spiced hams? Organic fruits and locally sourced Hummus? Cheetoes?
It’s true. Most folks do NOT wanna hear what you want, any more than you want to hear what they want. Of course, that’s crazy talk to the average teenager, who knows darn good and well everyone’s running around this planet just dying to know what they think. Secretly, of course.
I don’t have any police officer friends at the moment. So I have to use the vocabulary I learn from television and movies to fill in their dialogue.
In this day and age, we hear over and over again that police dramas and procedurals are rife with inaccurate science, outlandish technology, and absurd conversations and situations.
I believe it. Over the years I’ve seen television shows about cartoonists come and go. That is to say, I’ve seen television shows about people who occasionally say they’re cartoonists. If the wild inaccuracies of the cartoon sitcoms (Ted Knight drawing his comic strip with a puppet on his drawing hand, holding the pencil in its mouth, for instance) are anything like the wild inaccuracies of police shows, then it’s entirely possible that none of us have the slightest idea what policemen and women do or say all day long.
I have said all that in order to say all this: I apologize if police officers don’t actually travel a ‘beat’ while on duty.
But you guys know everyone’s names, right?
It’s worrisome. There are people who read so many comic strips that they can’t keep the names of the hundreds of characters straight. Sometimes, I wonder if there are loyal readers of The Buckets who still refer to them as “Grandpa, Dad, Mom, Teenager, and the googly-eyed kid”
Oh, those rich guys with their martinis and their steam rooms… Oh, how I long to be part of their expensive Trump-like world. Except I’d have the cigar, too. And a monocle. Dunno about the top hat.
And you finally get to see the second of the Kara-Being-Uptight-and-Motherly cartoons that just never seemed to fit the feel of the comic as it’s now evolved. And so, it was never inked, never colored, and never posted… til now.
How many times have I started conversations with my kids, or arranged meetings, or gone somewhere to accomplish something- and thought I had a reason. Sometimes, more than one reason. I like it when errands are done with, like, at least three reasons in mind.
And then, you get the point when you realize that your reasons break down one by one, and finally… You’re at Target SuperStore for, essentially, whatever you see that you can buy and make it look like you didn’t discover that you were on a fool’s errand the whole time. Poptarts and a diet Mountain Dew. Y’know, like you meant to come in for that. Maybe a Cadbury egg or two, in season.
I’ve gotta do a little more research. You know… about the arrest thing. And where WNBR goes on. And chafing. Gotta know about that.
If anyone (and in my case, it was my kids) calls you out on what you just stated (in my case it was, “Take a bath”, I think), sometimes your best recourse is to ask, “Did you think I was lying, kidding, or wrong?” Because, think about it. If you ask someone something, or tell someone something, and they balk at either obeying or believing, then they must have thought you were… follow along here… lying, kidding, or wrong. There’s not another option, unless you were thinking ‘Sarcasm’ could be available.
Now, when my kids were young and I told them to do something, and they didn’t… I could ask them to tell me which one of these things I was. And they had no answer because they knew they’d ignored me not for one of those reasons, but because they’re humans with their own minds. They didn’t want to take a bath. Or clean their rooms, or whatever it was.
Feel free to go and sit around the campfire with your favorite intoxicating beverage one night and work out the solution to that problem. I’d suggest applying it to politics in general, which is always a good starting point for solving the world’s problems.
(oh, admit it. If you’ve ever been camping, you KNOW that all the world’s problems can be solved while sitting around a campfire intoxicated)
