I love the comics. They tend to be one of the major reasons I read any particular paper. And it was when I got the jokes in German that I realized I wirklich sprichst Deutsch (Calvin et Hobbes is still over my head).
When I was in high school, America was graced with three new ones; Bloom County, The Far Side, and Calvin and Hobbes (You can do your own bloody Googling. Trust me though, it will be worth it).
HBO also ran a special animatronic special called
I Go Pogo, a few years before Emmet Otter's Jug Band Christmas. I had a few
books too. Along with a number of comics books from school book fairs (Garfield, Hagar, Beetle Bailey, etc).
Playing around on-line, I recently discovered that Gary Larson has two species named after himself (I thought it was only the one). Paleontologists have also appropriated his
neologism for the tail weaponry of the Stegosaurus; the Thagomizer. Needless to say, nostaglia, helped along with a healthy dose of uncontrollable laughter, sent me surfing into the past. I sson discovered that The Far Side lives well
outside the narrow confines of its single-panel format. Depsite the apparently
successful plea from Gary to cyberspace to refrain from luring his children out late at night.
This reminded me of an interview by Calvin's
daddy. Yes, Virginia, all those "cute" pics of Calvin pissing on a Ford bowtie are copyright infringement. Explains why I can't find a Hobbes doll in Macy's, too.
Interestingly, Breathed did license Bloom County. Of course I have a Bill the Cat raglan; white, black sleeves, so I'm not particularly upset at this.
And no, you may not be
excused; your brain is NOT
full. AAAACK!!!!