We remember a while back when Lowell finally took his first little steps into the real outdoors world, right?
He rode his bike to work with Hubris showing him the way. That was nice.
Then, of course, he went a little bats and lived in the woods for a few days.
A gym, though… might be a totally foreign milieu for ol’ Lowell.
We’ll see.
Nikki is like a lot of us. She’s taking control of her life.
Bob is like a lot of us. He’s given up trying to control what can’t be controlled.
While I believe Nikki is new to trying to this organized and specified life, she seems to have embraced it.
Bob embraces the sort of philosophy that fosters calm during a storm. If you don’t mind storms because you can’t control the weather, then there’s not a lot of frustration when life isn’t what you wrote down last month.
The title of today’s strip was shown to me as a rebus. A rebus is not a kind of monkey they do testing on. It’s a picture puzzle. At the time, I was working at a screen print operation, and the other artist on staff was told to be more efficient. He said he’d make a sign to remind him.
It was a big letter ‘A’, and a fish, an ampersand, and a letter ‘C’, if I remember right. I was very amused.
That has nothing to do with anything today, except that I’m amused by Durnell’s idea of efficiency.
Wile E. Coyote would have known what birds want for lunch.
Just got back from Kentucky. There’s a Shaker village there. I learned a great deal that I did not know and may not use in my life. And that’s okay.
I’m trying to eat healthier these days.
Easter time is NOT an optimal time for that kind of thing. Waaaay too many candy eggs around.
“How many lights do you see?”
Patty Hearst.
Stockholm syndrome
Pick your fights
Relationship dynamics.
Reward yourself for good relationships. Has Cheezburger.
Sometimes it’s easiest to draw noise without any sort of written sounds. Weird.
… To continue…
We left off the story as I was five hours at the airport trying to get to either San Jose or Monterey. Either would do, but of course there were complications.
So here’s some advice. Ship your caricature stand instead of flying with it. Paper (and a drawing board) is heavy. Easels, even the ones that collapse down for travel, are large. Ship them. It solves a lot of problems. First, it means you can take smaller luggage. I still didn’t want to pack a couple of nice suits in a tiny carry-on, but I COULD have. Secondly, it means that the people who are X-Raying your suitcase don’t see something that looks at a glance like a small Gatling gun. And when that’s beside a double handful of markers, those markers suddenly look suspiciously like high caliber ammunition. Thirdly, it means that, if your flight goes utterly squiffy, you don’t have to worry about getting your stuff at the other end- that’d be the shipper’s problem. Yes, the hotel will charge you to keep them for you until you arrive, but trust me. Sweating it out over hours at an airport is less zen than shipping that stuff on ahead.
Also, I should point out that when two or three gate agents are scrambling around trying to get you to Monterey (with special attention for making sure your luggage gets there too somehow) remind them constantly that it’s Monterey CA, not Monterrey Mexico. If they get a consternated look on their faces and ask another gate agent for help because the flight they try to get you on kicks out of the system every time, you might say something like, “You’re not trying for Monterrey Mexico again, are you?” and they’ll smack their foreheads and say, “Hang on… let me……….” and they’ll be back on track trying to get you where you’re going.
Another thing not to do, in a tizzy about not making your caricaturing event that evening, is text both your client and the Big client that the flight’s already gone bananas and you’re looking for alternative in an attempt to make the event in time. Text your client and leave the Big Client, who is technically NOT your client, out of it until your client handles that. I’m an idiot.
So. They finally scrapped my flight, but I was already pre-booked on two others by the time that was official. Off I went to Dallas for a layover. I would not make that evening’s event, but the following day had two events. I would make those. Surely. Right?
Should I point out now that I have only once had a layover in Texas that didn’t go utterly nutzy-coocoo? I’m talking random hours-long delays, snow delays (which they don’t handle well in Texas), a hurricane, and a guy who had a heart attack and dropped dead sitting next to my wife. Texas layovers are cursed.
But on to Dallas! I had a two hour layover there, which I hoped would be long enough to get me there in time to make the second leg of the flight, and short enough that the world didn’t have time to plan to explode or something.
Ta-daaaaa! I made it. And the next leg of the flight got me to San Jose. I can now answer the song’s question. Yes, I technically DO know the way to San Jose. I don’t like it much, but I know the way. And that’s where the rental car was arranged for, so that’s a plus, right?
And I will continue this story later.
There is an old saying, “If mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.”
“Mama” could be a lot of different people, depending on who you are. Including yourself.
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