Observations

Garfield: Dead?

This freaked me right the fuck out when I read it. I used to adore Garfield in the early 1980s, and collected all the books — little brightly colored books in comic strip aspect ratio. But I began to realize that the strip just repeated the same things over and over again, every single week: Garfield sleeps, eats lasagna, torments Odie, torments Jon, wash, rinse, repeat. I had stopped reading Garfield by the time this particular strip ran. It sure puts the entire series into a new, creepy light. From The Onion A/V Club’s 12 Memorable Newspaper Comic Strip Deaths Of course, some people claim that Garfield himself died back in the late 1980s, when the strip ran an eerie, inexplicable weeklong storyline in which Garfield wakes up to the realization that his home is an abandoned, disintegrating part of a barren landscape. Running from room to room in a panic, he realizes he’s alone. (Weird inset narration panel: “You have no idea how alone you are, Garfield.”) Briefly, he encounters Jon and Odie, and reaches to accept the food Jon offers, but the entire thing turns out to be a mirage. The weird narration continues, over creepy images of a sweaty, squinting eye and a screaming Garfield: “Locked fast within a time when he no longer exists, Garfield grapples with his greatest fear… loneliness. He has only one weapon… denial.” Whereupon Jon and Odie reappear, and the storyline abruptly ends with some blather about the power of imagination. Some fans have suggested that this all means Garfield is either dead, or dying of hunger in an abandoned house, and that the rest of the strip is his fevered attempt to imagine a better life for himself. Doesn’t that make the strip’s saccharine repetitions a lot more interesting?

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talk to me, people!!

Sometimes you just have an empty feeling inside. Know what I mean? But I think there is a way for YOU PERSONALLY to save me from that awful fate. I think that my life would be fulfilled, joyous, and complete if y’all would leave me more comments! Come on, whip out that keyboard and type away! I know you’re reading this and I want to hear what you think! It doesn’t even have to be related to the post you’re reading!! Here are some topics for conversation, if you’re having trouble coming up with anything. Discuss. Brazil and 1984 Should I keep running if I have a stress fracture? Snakes on a plane Chocolate chip vs. oatmeal raisin Elvis Costello’s “Alison” If this makes no sense it’s because I’ve been working at a computer for nearly 16 hours now and can’t even see straight anymore. If it doesn’t make sense, leave me a comment about that!

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r.i.p. arcadia theatre

We smelled smoke the minute we stepped out the door from work this afternoon. And as soon as we turned on to Greenville Avenue we saw the huge black billowing plumes. Gloria’s had the television turned on and we watched the Arcadia sign crash through the roof as we drank margaritas (a diet coke for me) and ate tortilla soup. Nate had to drive north and got blocked for a while trying to get around all the hoopla. Brittney recalled several concerts she’d been to there. I don’t remember the last time I was there but it made me sad; the building is — WAS — a beautiful example of historic 1920s architecture. The whole strip of stores and restaurants attached to the theatre burned to the ground tonight. Goodbye, Arcadia Theatre.

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portentous monday

My day has not started off well. I was late for work because of nasty traffic. A cherrypicker construction truck was too tall for the Skillman/Northwest Highway underpass, and broke the bridge. Chunks of concrete everywhere and about six fire trucks blocking all but one lane of traffic. As I was walking from the parking lot to my building, I tripped over a broken sidewalk and took a skidding face plant onto the pavement. I simply couldn’t catch myself, and my purse, gym bag, and coffee mug went flying as I landed face down on my chest. I skinned my knee, elbow, and knuckles pretty bad, and am just now finding other minor scrapes and road rash on my arms and legs. The worst part was, it happened right in front of somebody. She was very nice and helped me pick up my stuff, but I was mortified that someone caught me in such a completely graceless mistake. The first aid kit seems to be missing from the office. So no bandaids. Then, about 20 minutes ago, I spilled what was left of my coffee down my front and onto my lap. Doomy doomy doomy doom….

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The spooky tree

Out walking on Saturday, Doc and I discovered a tree we’d never seen before. It’s right on the other side of the creek from us. I’m pretty sure it’s a mesquite tree, although it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen. The trunk is probably 3 feet in diameter, and it’s incredibly gnarled and twisted. There are big thorns on the lower branches, but none that we could see on the upper ones. The bark is twisted too, and in some parts looks like it was shredded and then glued back haphazardly on to the branches. It’s spooky. It’s beautiful. I went back after dark and took some pictures.

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one thing at a time

one thing at a time. one thing at a time. baby steps. things seem so overwhelming sometimes. i think i’m on top of it all because i have 48 little piles of things on my desk or on my floor, and this somehow makes me organized. but nothing gets done. i keep shifting piles and not doing ANY of the tasks no matter how small, because it being in a pile of things to take somewhere or on a list of things to do makes me think that i’m staying ahead of the game. examples: send this form in. glue this picture frame back together. take these coupons downstairs and put them in the coupon bin. put this pile of things in my work satchel. take this stuff back to the bathroom. throw this pile away. get the songs off this cd. put this pile of stuff in a box for the attic. put the box in the attic. write checks to these charities. send these subscription cards in. but something being “on the list” does not make it “done.” i make lists and piles all the time but lack the motivation to actually tackle any of the tasks. it’s overwhelming. so… i constantly have to remind myself: baby steps. one thing at a time. don’t think about the rest. just pick one thing and do it, that’s all. just one. i can get a sense of accomplishment out of doing just one tiny thing. really. but i forget that sometimes (ok, all the time) in my quest to be as efficient as possible. it’s like i want to pick up all the piles of things and walk on a route throughout the house, distributing everything where it needs to go, making stops to take any necessary actions, and at […]

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