Man, my comics are getting all serious and stuffs. BD in Doonesbury lost his leg in the war, and Get Fuzzy’s Peter is visiting a cousin who lost his also.

Doonesbury
Get Fuzzy

Now, BD’s leg was hard to take. He’s been around quite a while and you just get a sense of loss and everything. He’s almost a real person. Trudeau is great at blending real life and politics with characters we not only relate to but have grown to love.

But Get Fuzzy? What’s he trying to do? I’m half expecting to see Garfield’s Opie fall to a stray drive-by or something. I’m prolly going to be accused of trying to censor the truth, but I’m really not used to Get Fuzzy being so sad. It’s kind of creepy. Last week they’re talking about dancing hairballs or something and this weeks it’s all, “off with your leg!” I dunno, man. Bring back the happy-go-fuzzy comic I remember before Dilbert gets called for reservist duty and we lose him forever.

“As you get older, you tend to have less- but better- friends.”

Heard that on the radio, and it sounded new. Of course I’ve heard it a million times, but it means a little something different to me in my late twenties. In highschool I had very few friends. Not by choice per se, I just wasn’t well liked. Then all the sudden that pool increased exponentially in my senior year. Nothing creates quick shallow friendships like the introduciton of drugs and alchohol.

Then I moved away, went to college and stuffs, and got a whole new bunch o’friends- and at times all the drama of a novela.

Now, having married and moved away, I look at my friendships in a more guarded way. The difference I believe is that I’ve realized I don’t have to be friends with everyone.

If you are the kind of person who drags people down for sport, we won’t hang long. If your life requires a constant near-lethal dose of drama, let’s stick to email. Lastly, if you just don’t value people- and that shows up in so many ways- I’m not willing to be your friend. I won’t make excuses for you. I won’t put up with your abuse. I just don’t have the time- we only get one go of this.

I like people. I love having friends and enjoying life with other people. Heck, I don’t go to the DMV with out inviting someone. People are a blast. Just, we all have the right to decide who to hang with and who not. People need to excercise it more. Brats are only brats because they’re allowed to be.

I think the best thing you can do sometimes is not be a friend. Some people need it. Maybe they get the picture, maybe they don’t. It’s not really your responsibility, and unless you are a trained therapist you’ll probably never help them if you do stick around.

You just go be a good friend to another good friend. It’s simple and obvious, but I think more people need to hear that it’s their choice to make.

Then you may want to place a bid on this.

Hello! There is justice in the world. I just might be able to catch DD in the theater. In case you missed it, I loved this movie on dvd.

Thanks go to Mac for the heads-up on this one.

Found a new site today: The Sneeze.

Its mad funny (consistantly) and they’ve got some interviews with the cast and crew of my favorite movie of all time, Better Off Dead. I don’t know if any one thing has influenced my life more than that film.