CSotD: Takes so small they are nothing at all
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For some reason, the only strips that inspired real rants today threatened to take me places I dare not go. However, there were several that simply made me chuckle, starting with Baby Blues, which reminded me of when our firstborn learned to say "Daddy!" and, as with Wren, shouted it at all sorts of things.
Including his uncle Bill.
As said uncle was walking down the aisle at his wedding.
This may have been where my son learned the pleasure of getting a big laugh, because (A) he sure did and (B) he hasn't stopped looking for more.
Which ties in with today's Looks Good On Paper, because Sonny Boy is now in the health care industry and I have heard not only from him but from various of his colleagues that, indeed, implants are forever and that the generation which invented them is now showing up in medical facilities with wrinkles and sagging nearly everywhere else, the effect of which is somewhat unsettling.
I suppose I could juxtapose this with the wrap-up strip from Rip Kirby's current arc and go off on some extended discussion about Desmond's wiser perspective, but it seems so unnecessary, really.
Or I could bring in Between Friends, in which Susan is bemoaning 50, an age that didn't bother me in the least. The warranty expires at 40, but none of the important parts should begin to fall off until considerably later, kiddo.
By which time you begin to become more philosophical about it. As the old graffito — which Spirit turned into music — said, "Death is just Nature's way of telling you something's wrong."
And as General Stark told his veterans in the second part of the sentiment memorialized on our license plates, "Death is not the worst of evils," though apparently trying to fight a war with the Continental Congress looking over your shoulder may have been. Or maybe he was just a cranky guy to begin with.
I will admit, however, that I really like the idea of using advancing age as an excuse for not doing the things you weren't going to do anyway. A rant about bucket lists might have worked, particularly tied into the implant thing.
However, I will forbear. It's part of my thing about aging gracefully.
Today, anyway.
And I have nothing to add to today's Bliss, except to wonder if Harry Bliss is aware that, before the Internet provided all sorts of ways to track and harass people who shop or even browse, nose-hair trimmers were one key to building a mailing list.
Nose-hair trimmers were advertised and sold in magazines, not out of an idea that trimming nose hair would provide some great social benefit to the nation, or that nail scissors couldn't do a perfectly adequate job, but on the theory that a person who would buy one would fall for all sorts of personal hygeine products and whatever marginal profits were made on the trimmer would become a bounty once the sucker had been added to the right mailing list.
And, honestly, a walk through any outdoor sporting goods store will suggest some parallels in willingness to buy things you could have gone a lifetime without.
But that doesn't seem worthy of a full rant, either.
However, Harry Bliss's delicate near-trimming of EMS from his cartoon makes a nice contrast and segue with this commentary from the Dogs of C-Kennel about artists who have taken to embedding their credits in places where Internet nitwits can't simply crop them off before reposting.
This could be a rant about those aforementioned nitwits, but I've ranted about them before and it didn't do a damn bit of good. It's like trying to warn people against taking stupid "Which Spam spreader are you?" quizzes or answering those "Bet You Can't Name A Word That Contains A Vowel!" challenges.
The only thing more pointless would be to deface your own work in an attempt to foil larcenous nitwits.
Which Mick and Mason have addressed adequately here. I have nothing to add except that I'm amused by the fact that they still appended their normal, pro-style sigs in the bottom righthand corner.
I'll admit I was a little tempted to crop the cartoon just enough to eliminate them.
And, finally, you should click for the rest of today's Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal, any panel of which could have triggered a prodigious rant but isn't going to.
I'll just suggest that you forward it to your friends and let you get your own rants started, because, much as I enjoyed the comic, it made me feel way too much like George Segal …
Mike Peterson has posted his "Comic Strip of the Day" column every day since 2010. His opinions are his own, but we welcome comments either agreeing or in opposition.
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