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I WANT a pair of those
optometrist-glasses!

Either that, or he just won Dancing
With The Stars.

The thing about
justice is that it often doesn’t really care who’s guilty as long as someone’s being
punished.
I always knew that some people who
are born brain damaged have unnatural talents, gifts they didn’t have to learn.
Math, music, art, language. Some part of them gets switched off and another
part gets cross-wired and suddenly there’s nothing to inhibit the part that can
just do something.
What I didn’t know till recently is
that this is also true of people who get head injuries later in life. A guy
gets in a car accident, hits his head on the windshield and suddenly he can
play the piano.
This led me naturally to this idea:
If you have a particularly useless child sitting around, try tapping them
gently with a brick. Who knows what they might suddenly be very good at. ☺
(YES I’m kidding. But I am looking at you, Savannah. Lucky for
us both you’re already gifted.)

(To the nice lady on the flight from
Baltimore to SLC: This is the drawing I was trying to remember to work on as I
went through my list of ideas.)

Hi Robin! That’s not exactly supposed
to be you.

I was always
curious about the pose on this drawing. Mystery solved! And he’d have gotten
away with it, too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids.

I say we just cook him anyway.

Notice the sticker
on the crystal ball. On a side note, I would like all the amateur
crystalballers out there to knock it off. If you think something really awful
is going to happen, wait patiently and see if it does. If your usual percentage
is <10%, then try relaxing once in a while.
: ) Just saying.

Left to right: Uncle
Robbie, older brother Scrub, Aunt Roomba, Dad, Bot, Mama Jane, younger brother
Segway, Uncle Frank and Aunt Dyson.