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?"