Baby Blues is well-timed.
I think I've set a new personal record for being sick of winter, given that this is normally the time of year when we're wondering if we'll have a white Christmas.
In most years, you get a little on, a little off, and you spend some time letting your body readjust to the cold and mentally doing some of the same. This year, they just opened the chute and dumped on our heads and, from what I've seen, it's not just the Northeast.
The comics-relevant portion of this is that yesterday, Sunday lead-times were on display, because people were doing "last leaf off the tree" gags and those gags where the kid sees one snowflake and gets all excited for nothing.
While, since Thanksgiving, we've had about 10 inches of the stuff not just on the ground but frozen into ice like it's not going anywhere until March.
I'm with Wanda. And I don't know where Jerry Scott lives, but Rick Kirkman is sitting in Arizona thinking this stuff up, probably in his shorts on the back deck in the sunshine.
With an umbrella in his damn drink.
Speaking of inspiration
On the other hand, Bill Hinds lives in Houston, and I happen to follow the Houston Texans, so his source of inspiration for today's Tank McNamara is not hard to pin down because, yes, fans have been whining about access in Reliant NRG Stadium for several years.
(We won't speculate on whether he was riffing on the fact that the Texans' most widely-read blogger is an attorney because I suspect she'd beat the hell out of him.)
Shut up and watch the game.
With the roof open.
In your shorts.
With an umbrella in your Shiner.
Speaking of whiners, one of the pleasures of Candorville is the way Lemont and Clyde switch places on who is the clueless one.
Today, Clyde is the winner and Lemont is the whiner, and the strip reminds me of recently being caught up in a conversation in which people were whining about the likelihood of infection from some perfectly normal interaction or perfectly common object, only those conversations have become so routine that I can't even remember what it was about.
What I remember is that rational, scientific arguments were countered with "just to be safe."
The same people who are transfixed with fear over preservatives in their food are obsessively rubbing germ killers into their skin at every juncture and wiping down their shopping carts with those little tear-off antibiotic sheets from the dispenser by the cart rack.
There's probably a website somewhere showing that, when they throw out all those little sheets, the antibiotics leach into the acquifer. And kill sea turtles.
However, you'll have no problem at all finding plenty of sources for the scientific, peer-reviewed idea that kids who are exposed to germy animals early in life are less likely to have allergies.
Though, yeah, you probably still ought to boil the puppy before you let your kid play with it.
Just to be safe.
Juxtaposition of the Day:
The "New Beginnings" arc in Pros & Cons has been going on for a few days, while the one in Between Friends is just starting out.
Sometimes you've got to hit the reset button.
I'm all in favor of change. One thing I noticed, living out West, was that you were surrounded by people who, at some point in their lives, had taken inventory and then thrown it all in a U-Haul and started over again.
It made them very open-minded when it came to addressing issues: Maybe another Band-Aid isn't the answer. And maybe it doesn't have to be like this. Maybe we have to dig in and fix the whole thing from the ground up.
I noticed this mostly after I moved back East again, to the land of "Paint It and Make It New."
Although sometimes the reset button isn't the answer after all.
Sometimes that old wheeze of "It's not you, it's me" is actually true, in which case, while you genuinely are doing everyone around you a favor by making the change, the problem will follow you right out the door and trail along like toilet paper on your shoe.
Still, either way, change is one helluva good diagnostic tool.
If whining persists, though, you'd better still have one more change in your bag of tricks.
Dig deep. 'Cause the easy ones rise to the top, and you already know they didn't work.
Now here's your moment of zen:
(If you're gonna whine, here's how)