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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 doesnít really care whoís guilty as long as someoneís being punished.
I always knew that some people who are born brain damaged have unnatural talents, gifts they didnít have to learn. Math, music, art, language. Some part of them gets switched off and another part gets cross-wired and suddenly thereís nothing to inhibit the part that can just do something.
What I didnít 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 Iím kidding. But I am looking at you, Savannah. Lucky for us both youíre 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! Thatís not exactly supposed to be you.
I was always curious about the pose on this drawing. Mystery solved! And heíd have gotten away with it, too, if it werenít 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.