Friday, November 17, 2006

Get Fuzzy With It

I felt a strange sense of deja vu when I read the "Get Fuzzy" comic on November 15th:

Robert (the human) to Bucky (the cat): "I don't know if I want you writing another book ... You get strange when you write."

Mr. Distortion (the husband) to Terri B. (the writer): "Are you blogging again? You get strange when you write."

Bucky to Robert: "Robert, depriving the American public of my talent is letting the terrorists win."

Terri B. to Mr. D.: "Strange? Strange is when I don't write. Besides, people are expecting a new post. I can't let them down."

Bucky to Robert: "... Of course, nothing truly epic and world-changing can be accomplished alone. Even Michelangelo employed idiots to mix his paints. I, too, will require a mindless drone to do my chores and free up my genius to write."

Terri B. to Mr. D.: "Hon, would you mind washing the dishes and taking out the trash so I can get this post written?"


  1. Another Get Fuzzy fan! Nothing has ever made me laugh like the coonskin cap Bucky was wearing around as a backpack in the first anthology: all I have to do is glance at the illustration and I start laughing.

    (And I'm having a sense of deja vu, here, as if I've made this comment before. Was it here?)

  2. LOL! It's so true. Blogging turns me into a delegator, to put it nicely.

    P.S. I loved your story about the bus your left in your comment! That was just too wild!

  3. Terri, You're soooooo funny. I'm glad you're my sister.

  4. Ha, that's a funny parallel. I do love that cartoon.