I had a long rant about the latest Rex Morgan all planned out, but suffice it to say, I wish the authors of that strip would stay away from the war in Iraq and what it means. First of all, Doonesbury has done an excellent series about wounded soldiers, amputation, and rehabilitation, and Rex Morgan is not going to improve on that. The strip is so ( Read more... )

For some reason I've forgotten to squawk about this until now, but luckily I was bored out of my skull and read Nancy Marrapese-Burrell's article in the Globe. She's writing about how Joe Thornton got hit in the eye with a puck during the Pittsburgh game.

When asked if he would consider wearing a visor, Thornton smiled and said, "Probably not. I' ( Read more... )

It's time for Hallowe'en, and at FBorFW.com they have some e-cards up. All this to say, if anyone wants to do a Holiday Patterson E-card exchange, leave your email in comments or write to theresecainerocks@yahoo.ca.

So, the Bruins lost. But when it goes to a shootout, you get a point anyway, and the winning team gets two points. At least, I think that's how it works. It's a bit like soccer, and I still don't really understand why a sport trying to make it in the US keeps taking cues from pro soccer, which NO ONE here cares about, but whatever: the point is, ( Read more... )

Liz is going to flip out or pass out or something in class, and our hero, Constable (officer?) Wright will save the day. Just as she's about to really lose it, he'll present her with Elly's sunglasses:

WRIGHT: Ms Patterson! MS PATTERSON!?!

LIZ: (thrashes wildly, then covers her face with her hands) No...NO!..no more! Don't call me that! I should ( Read more... )

and checking out some of the other LJs that have that listed too, I must say that I'm a little afraid now ( Read more... )

All he wants is a cookie, dammit. Give the man a break ( Read more... )

Mike looks more womanly than Deanna in today's strip. And nice to see the Pattersons are too immature to try and talk things out with their neighbours. It's a little cigar smoke, and some pounding on the floor; it's not like they're operating a meth lab or leaving a toddler unattended at the top of a staircase ( Read more... )

But I can't pretend it doesn't hurt. My online journal is worthless, and LJ has made a pile of money off the Pattersons. Although I am sort of a parasite, I guess. Eww! I'm like the tapeworm in Elly's gut that keeps her from getting even fatter than she is now.


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Wow, I really owe Lynn Johnston a thank you. Here I was, a recent graduate trying to find a cheap one-bedroom apartment where I could live by myself if I budgeted wisely. Then I read this week's strips, and realized the error of my ways. I should totally call one of my photographer, or maybe musician buddies from my school days, and we can buy a ( Read more... )