You ain't foolin' nobody with the lights out!
Hail seizure, August, us.
Suddenly only a couple of weeks left of the summer vacation, since "faculty workweeks" start mid-August for me. Marla and I celebrate seven years of darn-good marriage next week, and then it's back to the other half of my brain.
And our birthdays are coming up in a couple of months, as well. Like last year, I'll be up in Yosemite with my eighth graders on the actual days of our births, so we'll have to postpone the party until early October. And, also like last year, we'll have to continue to abandon our tradition of extravagantly detailed invitations. In our pre-parental heyday, we had a string of several years where our invitations took the form of calligraphed, individually designed cootie-catchers, or elaborate ransom notes, or (our best effort ever) boxes of Crackerjacks with redesigned Nutrition Facts labels containing dates and times, etc. No time for such shenanigans anymore; these days it's just ye olde Evite.
But I found this in my archives recently: a first attempt at an invitation from years past, via a series of Calvin and Hobbes cartoons. I'm still rather fond of this original desecration (especially panels 2, 5 and 6), though Marla vetoed it on account of gratuitous gallows humor and we eventually went with a less edgy version. Probably a good idea, all things considered. Unless you have really really good eyes, you'll want to click on the image and then click the enlarged image to enlarge it again.
And Bill Watterson, wherever you are: sorry, man. For what it's worth, we didn't make any money off of this, although we did get a few presents.
Suddenly only a couple of weeks left of the summer vacation, since "faculty workweeks" start mid-August for me. Marla and I celebrate seven years of darn-good marriage next week, and then it's back to the other half of my brain.
And our birthdays are coming up in a couple of months, as well. Like last year, I'll be up in Yosemite with my eighth graders on the actual days of our births, so we'll have to postpone the party until early October. And, also like last year, we'll have to continue to abandon our tradition of extravagantly detailed invitations. In our pre-parental heyday, we had a string of several years where our invitations took the form of calligraphed, individually designed cootie-catchers, or elaborate ransom notes, or (our best effort ever) boxes of Crackerjacks with redesigned Nutrition Facts labels containing dates and times, etc. No time for such shenanigans anymore; these days it's just ye olde Evite.
But I found this in my archives recently: a first attempt at an invitation from years past, via a series of Calvin and Hobbes cartoons. I'm still rather fond of this original desecration (especially panels 2, 5 and 6), though Marla vetoed it on account of gratuitous gallows humor and we eventually went with a less edgy version. Probably a good idea, all things considered. Unless you have really really good eyes, you'll want to click on the image and then click the enlarged image to enlarge it again.
And Bill Watterson, wherever you are: sorry, man. For what it's worth, we didn't make any money off of this, although we did get a few presents.
hurled forth by Felix Helix | 9:33 PM
2 Comments:
Or praying to anything.
Yeah, existential despair is kinda hard to market.
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