I am a morning person. I get it from my father. He was always awake before me and my brothers. Often he’d wake us up with his accordion. He said he was trying to share his love of the accordion, but in retrospect I think he was using aversion therapy to drive the morning-person-ness out of us so that we’d fit in with normal society better.
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I am a morning person. I get it from my father. He was always awake before me and my brothers. Often he’d wake us up with his accordion. He said he was trying to share his love of the accordion, but in retrospect I think he was using aversion therapy to drive the morning-person-ness out of us so that we’d fit in with normal society better.
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I think panel two of this comic might have been the one that led me to stop using gradients in the backgrounds. The banding is sort of unacceptable.
It wasn’t unacceptable enough that I stopped using the gradients immediately, or even bothered to fix it in this comic. In my way, I have very high standards. I will only bother to fix the really big mistakes.
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I think panel two of this comic might have been the one that led me to stop using gradients in the backgrounds. The banding is sort of unacceptable.
It wasn’t unacceptable enough that I stopped using the gradients immediately, or even bothered to fix it in this comic. In my way, I have very high standards. I will only bother to fix the really big mistakes.
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I haven’t played any console games for quite a while. They’re really expensive, and I don’t have as much time as I used to. There are a few console-only franchises that I miss, but not enough to buy a console to play them. I love Mario Kart, but not $300 worth.
It’s strange to think that many of the games on my phone have graphics that are superior to anything my old Xbox and Game Cube could muster. Of course, I really don’t have much time for phone games either, but at least I’m failing to get around to games that cost $5 or less. That’s an improvement.
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I haven’t played any console games for quite a while. They’re really expensive, and I don’t have as much time as I used to. There are a few console-only franchises that I miss, but not enough to buy a console to play them. I love Mario Kart, but not $300 worth.
It’s strange to think that many of the games on my phone have graphics that are superior to anything my old Xbox and Game Cube could muster. Of course, I really don’t have much time for phone games either, but at least I’m failing to get around to games that cost $5 or less. That’s an improvement.
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We all joke about how weird the traditions of telling kids about Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny are, but, when looked at from a parent’s point of view, they both have a certain utility.
The Easter Bunny hiding eggs gives the parent two different wholesome activities to entertain their kids with: egg dyeing and egg hunting. Also, along with the bounty of Easter candy (which, let’s be honest, is usually some pretty cheap candy—it’s the only food that you actually dress up by putting it in a pile of fake grass), it gets them eating healthy, inexpensive hard boiled eggs.
Santa Claus supplies parents with a mythical figurehead to whom they can direct their kids’ begging, and who they can use as a scapegoat when that begging proves fruitless.
“Don’t tell me what you want for Christmas. Make a list for Santa.”
“You didn’t get the expensive thing you want? That wasn’t my decision. It was Santa. Maybe you weren’t good enough this year. You should probably try to be better next year.”
There’s also the Tooth Fairy, who serves to distract kids from the fact that their teeth are falling out of their heads for no apparent reason, and that soon a new, larger tooth will erupt out of their tender mouth-flesh to replace it. I’d say keeping your kid from obsessing about that is well worth a quarter.
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We all joke about how weird the traditions of telling kids about Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny are, but, when looked at from a parent’s point of view, they both have a certain utility.
The Easter Bunny hiding eggs gives the parent two different wholesome activities to entertain their kids with: egg dyeing and egg hunting. Also, along with the bounty of Easter candy (which, let’s be honest, is usually some pretty cheap candy—it’s the only food that you actually dress up by putting it in a pile of fake grass), it gets them eating healthy, inexpensive hard boiled eggs.
Santa Claus supplies parents with a mythical figurehead to whom they can direct their kids’ begging, and who they can use as a scapegoat when that begging proves fruitless.
“Don’t tell me what you want for Christmas. Make a list for Santa.”
“You didn’t get the expensive thing you want? That wasn’t my decision. It was Santa. Maybe you weren’t good enough this year. You should probably try to be better next year.”
There’s also the Tooth Fairy, who serves to distract kids from the fact that their teeth are falling out of their heads for no apparent reason, and that soon a new, larger tooth will erupt out of their tender mouth-flesh to replace it. I’d say keeping your kid from obsessing about that is well worth a quarter.
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A long time ago, when I was a comic, I was the middle act in a three person show somewhere in western Washington State.
The MC (the person who goes on first) was at the club when I got there. He introduced himself. I forgot his name almost as soon as he told me it. The MC went to the restroom, and while he was away the headliner (the person who goes up last) arrived. We said hello and caught up for a bit, then he asked about the MC. I told the headliner that the MC was in the restroom, and that I was embarrassed that I couldn’t remember the MC’s name.
The headliner said, “Don’t worry. I know exactly how to handle this.”
The MC came out. I introduced the headliner. The headliner shook the MC’s hand and said, “Meyer can’t remember your name.”
Good times.
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A long time ago, when I was a comic, I was the middle act in a three person show somewhere in western Washington State.
The MC (the person who goes on first) was at the club when I got there. He introduced himself. I forgot his name almost as soon as he told me it. The MC went to the restroom, and while he was away the headliner (the person who goes up last) arrived. We said hello and caught up for a bit, then he asked about the MC. I told the headliner that the MC was in the restroom, and that I was embarrassed that I couldn’t remember the MC’s name.
The headliner said, “Don’t worry. I know exactly how to handle this.”
The MC came out. I introduced the headliner. The headliner shook the MC’s hand and said, “Meyer can’t remember your name.”
Good times.
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