This cartoon led to a very interesting back-and-forth with a reader. I won’t get into details, but you’ll be pleased to know that we both started off thinking the other was overzealous, and after talking about it, I think we both decided the other was alright. I’ve thought about him while writing comics many times since.
I stand by my assessment of Road Rage. It doesn’t exist. The media invented the name because drivers wouldn’t admit to “Having a Childish ^%$#ing Hissy Fit while driving” on camera, but WILL go on television admitting to “having Road Rage”, so… boom. Suddenly we think “Road Rage” is a thing.
You can always ask their names. I’ve never asked her what her name is, but ours adjudicates in the park in the mornings. She doesn’t work there or anything- merely adjudicates. Say, “Hi!” the next time you see the one in your neighborhood. That always irritates her.
1. Hook up the refrigerator.2. Wait.3. See if there’s ice.
That’s the recipe, isn’t it?
Or, the old recipe when you’re my uncle from when I was little:
1. Put water in all the aluminum ice trays with that weird pull-handle rig in the middle2. Set the stack of trays in the big freezer out in the pumphouse.3. Go out there when momma says go get more ice.4. Stick tongue to tray on the way back into the house.5. Cause all kinds of kerfuffle when no one wants the ice with bits of tongue skin stuck to them.
Little update, folks! “Animal House” is closer to Fifty than Thirty, now! I shall update you as events unfold.